Gao Huating seemed to have changed, yet also seemed unchanged.
What had changed was her figure and temperament;
In terms of appearance, although she had originally been a beauty, she had at most been one in a hundred—without any obvious flaws, but nothing particularly outstanding either.
But now...
Though she had only grown two or three centimeters taller, she possessed proportions that could be called perfect. Her exquisite, curvaceous figure gave off a delicate beauty without seeming frail in the slightest. Especially her fair skin, which glowed faintly and seemed utterly poreless—it truly looked as though it had been carved from mutton-fat jade.
Like a living work of art sculpted by a master craftsman.
This should have been the past-life remnant soul inside Gao Huating at work.
What had not changed were Gao Huating's gaze and singing voice.
Her eyes remained pure, shining with longing for the future;
Her singing was still so clear and moving, rich with emotion and filled with a power that relaxed the mind.
Strange.
Wang Jixuan's other soul narrowed its eyes slightly.
The remnant soul inside Little Hua Ting kept claiming that it was about to collapse, yet when Wang Jixuan carefully sensed it, it was no different from how it had been back then.
One thing did surprise him, though.
He had actually always worried that this remnant soul would gradually devour Little Hua Ting's soul.
Unexpectedly, it merely clung to Little Hua Ting's soul while continuously drawing spiritual energy from the air, transforming it into a strange power that nourished Little Hua Ting's soul.
Little Hua Ting's current soul power was already equivalent to the primordial soul of a late Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator.
This was not something one could fake. That woman from the Ancient Civilization truly was nurturing Little Hua Ting,