Ying Huanhuan finished her song and looked at the newcomer, smiling with a touch of sorrowful beauty. "Qingzhu Younger Sister, don't you miss him?"
The sword-wielding woman was named Ling Qingzhu.
Ling Qingzhu sized up Ying Huanhuan.
Ying Huanhuan had long dark-blue hair. Her skin was so fair it seemed translucent, delicate enough to break with the slightest touch. She still retained the appearance of a young girl, but boundless icy energy radiated from her body, as though it could freeze all things in the world.
Deep resentment lingered above her curved willow-leaf brows.
To be honest, she blamed Ye Feng.
The Douqi Continent, Douluo God Realm, and Tianxuan Continent had merged into one, forming the Three Realms.
Because of Ye Feng's envy, the Three Realms had already become the Great Thousand World. Compared to before, it was far more suitable for cultivation.
After several tedious periods of secluded cultivation, Ying Huanhuan had broken through to the Ancestor Realm. She had even reached the great completion of the Ancestor Realm and could break through to the next realm at any moment.
Compared to Ying Huanhuan, Ling Qingzhu's cultivation was somewhat lacking. She was at the late stage of the Ancestor Realm and had yet to reach great completion.
"I do too."
Ling Qingzhu regarded Ying Huanhuan as family and did not bother with polite formalities. She spoke frankly, "It would be a lie to say I don't, after all this time. The loneliness of a lady's chamber—who could understand it?"
"Why not go find the one at the Heavenly Palace again?" Ying Huanhuan teased Ling Qingzhu.
"Elder Sister, don't tease your younger sister. That one is merely a clone Ye Feng left behind, not his main body. Every time I go to him, it feels strange." Ling Qingzhu bared her