In the Ghost Realm, countless miles beneath the deep surface of the earth, a spring measuring over a thousand miles in radius lay quietly like a listening giant beast. Amidst the faint, grayish-blue mist on its surface, bolts of lightning faintly flashed in silence. At this moment, Luo Qian, clad in complete lightning armor, floated above the Diting Lightning Spring. Ever since he and Su Qing joined forces to conquer Bone Lion Yin Mountain, the two had descended to the Diting Lightning Spring, and Luo Qian had cultivated to the peak achievable by a profound-immortal-grade ghost.
Inside the Space-Devouring Ghost Ant nest, which floated in the void like a crystalline black boulder, Su Qing's extraordinarily beautiful figure materialized. Seeing the aura on Luo Qian's body continuously strengthening and growing heavier, she felt genuinely happy for him.
Su Qing quietly watched Luo Qian, who was cultivating in deep meditation, personally standing guard for him. The moon had its waxing and waning, and people had their partings and reunions; a look of reminiscent nostalgia covered Su Qing's face. How wonderful it would be if Senior Brother Lu were here too. After so many years, Senior Brother Lu should have successfully reached the Immortal World long ago. I wonder how he is doing in the Immortal World, and whether he is also missing the two of us, me and Luo Qian.
Shaking her head, a somewhat wry smile surfaced on Su Qing's face, immediately followed by a trace of lingering resentment toward Lu Xiaotian. This fellow always appeared in her field of vision with a sufficiently breathtaking posture. Even though the time spent together had always been extremely limited, that figure in green robes with silver hair had lingered in Su Qing's heart for a long time, refusing to fade away.
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