Hua Qiang's gaze flickered slightly as he glanced to his side.
The figure wore an emerald-green gauze dress, its hem seeming to ripple with flowing light. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be woven from countless newborn shoots and petals.
Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, and an innate, ethereal purity rested between her brows. She was none other than Xiao Ling, the Life Tree after taking human form.
Even though Hua Qiang had seen countless peerless beauties, he could not help but feel a measure of wonder. Sure enough, nothing in heaven and earth can escape the law of loving beauty. Even a Life Tree that has stood for eternity had sculpted itself into such breathtaking beauty after taking human form.
Gathering his thoughts, Hua Qiang's voice carried a barely concealed urgency. "Xiao Ling, do you know where my family—my parents, wife, children, and kin—have gone? And where is the Creation Divine Cauldron now?"
At the mention of this matter, the gentleness in Xiao Ling's eyes was instantly veiled in frost, and her tone brimmed with indignation.
"Master Brother, every living being in your Small World was taken away by that hateful Huang Jing. Your parents, relatives, wife, children, and kin—none of them escaped."
She paused, her slender hand gently rubbing her chest as though she had recalled that earth-shattering battle. Her voice lowered several degrees.
"Little Cauldron and I joined forces against that woman, but she was simply too powerful. Both of us suffered severe injuries. The Creation Divine Cauldron was knocked into the void during the battle, and even now, I do not know its exact whereabouts. Only by exhausting the last shred of my strength and hiding within your bloodline was I able to remain by my master's side until now."
"Huang Jing... the Saintess