As she was thinking, more and more of the world's power poured into Pei Ling's body. He had no choice but to close his eyes and devote himself to suppressing the restless magic power within him...
The night was tender and lingering. The silvery radiance of the stars and moon, like frost and snow, spilled over the mountains. Mountain mists veiled the emerald peaks, and every sound reached the ear.
The enormous flying vessel, like a whale swimming through the deep sea, hung high in the sky and sped toward Cold Abyss Sword Sect.
Wherever it passed, drifting clouds scattered at a touch, astral winds whipped in every direction, and countless layers of mountains and rivers flashed by in an instant.
A delicate Embroidered Pavilion followed close behind. Before long, both vanished beneath the night sky.
Only the chill peaks lingered, with the cries of apes and birds echoing through the night.
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Suzhen Heaven.
White Jade Pavilion.
Inner chamber.
Red beaded curtains hung low, and the Embroidered Tent was drawn lightly around the bed.
On an exquisite, magnificent Cloud Bed, Cen Fangwo had removed her outer robe and wore only her undergarments. Her dark hair flowed like water, nearly burying the lustrous spiritual-jade pillow. Her snow-white arms rested beneath a blanket of pale green snow-silkworm silk. She slept with her eyes closed, her breathing steady and even. Her face resembled sweet white porcelain steeped in a cold spring, crystal-clear and delicate; her lips were red as blood, their vivid color seeming ready to drip. She looked full of vitality and strength, plainly out of danger.
Suddenly, her long, thick lashes trembled faintly, like butterfly wings stirring among flowers. Then her eyes flew open.
The familiar canopy came into view, and the scent of her usual incense filled her nose.