Moon Sacred Lake was bright and crystal-clear. A crescent moon hung not far above its surface, casting down soft light. Clearly, it was a new moon refined from rare and precious strange stones.
Li Lin wore a snow-white gown, her black hair cascading like a waterfall. Her beautiful face seemed somewhat unreal as she sat upon the crescent moon, Clear and Transcendent, untouched by mortal worldly affairs.
She gazed into the night sky, pondering certain matters with a trace of conflict. In the end, she still left the secret realm and took out her Supernatural Communicator.
"Sister Lin." Wang Xuan was somewhat surprised. The saints had vanished for 125 years, and he had been lying low and cultivating all this time. He had not seen Li Lin in a long while.
Under the cold starlight, Li Lin was breathtakingly refined. Her immortal body carried a hazy halo, and when she heard him address her that way, her emotions immediately stirred.
She was so much younger than him; they were not even people of the same epoch. Yet he called her Sister Lin every time, leaving her utterly powerless. Had it been anyone else, she would have dealt with them long ago.
"Sister Lin, it has been many years since we last met. I have missed you greatly." Wang Xuan sounded entirely natural as he gave her a brilliant smile through the Supernatural Communicator's screen.
Though Li Lin was conflicted and hesitant, she still spoke.
After the arrival of the great era, when winds and clouds surged and roiled, Supernatural Practitioners throughout the Supernatural Center who wished to become True Saints naturally could no longer sit still.
Even a Top Anomalous Being like Li Lin felt immense pressure. She had originally been confident that she could contend for sainthood in the