The peak valley was lush and green, brimming with verdant life. A woman in a gorgeous dress stood there, her hair shining gold, carrying an exquisite splendor and nobility.
"Little Ruyue, what's wrong?"
A childish, milky voice sounded out of thin air, lazy as if it had only just awakened from sleep.
Just hearing that voice, one could almost see the scene of it stretching lazily.
Hua Ruyue did not speak. She glanced lightly at the image displayed by the spirit instrument, then raised her hand and put the spirit instrument away.
"All right, another boring generation."
The voice seemed long accustomed to such scenes. From Hua Ruyue's reaction, it had already read a few things.
"This Hidden Dragon Rankings is just a decorative prop Heavenly Secrets Pavilion puts on display. There's really nothing worth using as reference. Under fifty years old? Celestial beings live a thousand years, Great Cultivators fifteen hundred years—this is barely the beginning. If you're talking rankings, you still have to look at—"
The childish voice speaking with old-fashioned airs had not yet finished when, in a fleeting glance, it saw a piece of information on the ranking list in the interval before Hua Ruyue put away the spirit instrument.
"Chen Ping'an? A saber path prodigy, who, as a newly promoted celestial being, suppressed and killed someone in the same realm, and is not yet twenty-nine?"
There was a trace of surprise in the voice. "Mortal Physique Heavenly Talent?"
"This kid has a little something to him!"
By then, Hua Ruyue had already put away the delicate spirit instrument. Her eyes were like pale gold lakes, bright with jade-like radiance, tranquil and peaceful.
The voice had clearly also perceived a trace of its own loss of composure and immediately returned to calm, casually commenting with an