It was still the same valley where Zhao Yinger had healed her wounds back then.
Zhao Yinger walked out of the enormous, eggshell-like cavern abode, her face cold.
Her entire person radiated icy, frigid aloofness, warning strangers to keep their distance.
Grandma Huang descended from the sky, her smile turning kind and gentle. "How has your cultivation progressed this time?"
"I'm only at Saint King Grade Six for now." Zhao Yinger sighed. "My progress is still too slow. At this level, how can I avenge Fang Lang? Those lineages all have supreme experts."
"I have a one-year cultivation plan. It can greatly increase your strength in a short time."
Grandma Huang said this.
"One year? Isn't that too long?"
Zhao Yinger frowned. "Besides, Fang Lang's clothes, the traces he left behind, his scent, and things like that still need to be collected—especially his bloodstains... soul particles and so on."
"Cultivating for a year won't delay the collection."
Grandma Huang said, "No matter how long a person disappears from this world, his traces cannot be erased in a short time. Besides, the Attendants in various places are still condensing divinity for him. The fusion will be even more effective by then."
Zhao Yinger was still somewhat unwilling. "Let those people live for another year?"
Grandma Huang said, "The Myriad Tribulations Phoenix Heart is already in your hands. What are you rushing for?"
Zhao Yinger's divine sense circulated, and an exotic flower appeared in her palm. It was precisely the Myriad Tribulations Phoenix Heart.
This was the key to resurrecting Fang Che! She still felt somewhat stifled and unhappy. "Why... Why can the people who killed a good man still live carefree lives? Why? I just can't swallow this grievance."
"Ah, you should at least show consideration for the Buddha's face. Even