Ji Qianling was startled. "In broad daylight, you're stirring things up again?"
"This time, there's an essential difference to the stir I'm causing!" Lin Su said. "My cultivation has reached a critical moment. I need the final period of tempering..."
He had walked the road to sainthood for far, far too long.
Starting from Outer Heaven beyond the Holy Hall, he had stepped into the threshold of quasi-sainthood.
He had established the Holy Hall's framework and settled the Twelve Foreign Races.
He had slain Saints and launched the western expedition...
He had crossed the Heartless Sea and passed through the Immortal Realm Great World...
At last, today, this road had reached its end.
He was finally about to enter sainthood.
What he lacked was likely only that final stretch of tempering.
Once everything was flawless and complete, the opportunity for his ascension to sainthood would arrive!
That night, Ji Qianling did not return to Literary Abyss.
Perhaps her nerves had been strung too tightly for too long. The moment she relaxed, she plunged directly into her wicked junior brother's tender paradise, and the rules of officialdom went straight to hell...
That night, in the neighboring Silken Thread Pavilion, Ji Yuechi and Ziyi let their imaginations run wild. They both felt that this senior sister who had traveled north and south alongside him seemed to have something going on.
That night, thick clouds gathered, seeming to foretell an autumn rain.
That night, the wind rose, carrying a chill from the north. Winter was drawing near after all...
Morning.
The nineteenth day of the ninth month!
The Immortal Capital awoke from a late-autumn night.
News like a thunderbolt shocked the entire Immortal Capital...
In every street and alley, upon the towers and walls, in every conspicuous location, a Great Character Poster was