My root is the Sacred River Lotus Flame, and by birth it curbs all frigid cold. Who says I can only sit and watch from the outside!
Yet Hong Lian Tian did not walk straight in. Instead, she looked toward the familiar figure stepping out from the billowing grey clouds.
He possessed a divine grace in white, his aura steady and understated, existing as a duplicate almost identical to that Qingyun Void Saint.
He Fan Liu, there is a supreme opportunity here. As fellow members of the River Mother Clan, why not join hands and enter, splitting the opportunity between us? She immediately sent her voice across.
Back in the past cosmos level, she would never have deigned to spare He Fan Liu even a single glance. What kind of mangy dog was he, relying on a Saint's partial favor to dare claim the title of sacred sprout of the River Mother Clan!
Yet who could have known that this "He Fan Liu" possessed matchless fortune? He happened to be born with the likeness of the Qingyun Void Saint, finding him a kindred spirit at first sight and becoming sworn friends, freely entering and leaving the Immortal Slaying Great Formation, and even seizing vast resources from the Qingyun lineage to step into the Nine-Ring Quasi-Saint realm in a single bound!
So arrogant was she that even Hong Lian Tian now had to look up to him slightly, even resorting to seeking help like this.
Please address this poor Daoist as Daoist Xuanji! And furthermore, I advise you not to be so full of yourself. The opportunity in this Ice River Ancient Ruins is not something the current you can covet.
That Daoist in white was none other than Li Xuanji. The nine-ring grey moon hung behind his head, his Dao