A figure walked out of the cave abode. She wore a resplendent palace dress, and Immortal Light swirled around her.
Her bearing was extraordinary. She was none other than Saint Mother Jin Ling, one of the eight direct disciples of the Interception Sect.
Jiang Ziya only glanced at her before hurriedly lowering his head. An indescribable awe rose in his heart.
This was Senior Sister Jin Ling, one of the most outstanding disciples under his master. Her cultivation had long since reached the Quasi-Saint realm, making her a true great expert of the Primordial Wilderness.
Compared to her, the paltry Magic Power within him was like the glow of a firefly beside the bright moon.
"Jiang Shang greets Senior Sister Jin Ling."
Saint Mother Jin Ling looked at her master's newly accepted direct disciple without the slightest hint of disdain.
His decision naturally held a profound meaning.
She gave a slight nod and spoke.
"Junior Brother Ziya, there's no need to be so formal."
"Master has already told me about this."
Her style had always been clean and decisive, with no unnecessary small talk.
"Since you're ready, come down the mountain with me. I'll take you to find Wen Zhong."
Grateful, Jiang Ziya bowed again.
"Good. Sorry for the trouble, Senior Sister Jin Ling."
Saint Mother Jin Ling waved her hand.
"We're both Master's direct disciples. There's no need to be so polite."
With that, she swept out her wide sleeve, and a stream of Immortal Light enveloped Jiang Ziya.
The next moment, Jiang Ziya felt his body grow light. The scenery before him instantly blurred, while the wind roared past his ears.
His entire body seemed to be wrapped in an irresistible force, flying toward the heavens beyond at an unimaginable speed.
As a mortal, how could he ever