"Hong Li, why haven't you made your move? What are you waiting for?" the old man fighting the Progenitor shouted from afar.
A soft, feminine voice replied, "Ancestor, Little Li still wants to compete for the Octagonal Pavilion. Little Li is qualified."
"Since you've already come, there's no point discussing it. Our Nine Chi Garden has given everything. We either succeed, or die trying."
Yue Ya's voice rang out. "I promise that if we succeed this time, I'll protect your Nine Chi Garden. In the future, you'll have a place in the Young Master Lord Tower, and a Lower Supreme God will surely emerge from your ranks."
"Little Li, make your move," the old man barked.
In the distance, space twisted, and a figure stepped out. She had a graceful figure and delicate features, but her face was hazy, dreamlike. When she looked over, her eyes were filled with sorrow and dejection, making people ache for her.
The red-haired woman's hair fell all the way to her feet, alluring beyond measure. Yet she wore a pair of white boots, their snowflake patterns gleaming pure white—a striking contrast.
Lu Yin instinctively struck without the slightest tenderness, intending to kill her with a single palm strike.
Whatever her identity, they were enemies now.
But Yue Ya stopped his thoughts mid-strike. When Lu Yin tried to attack again, five figures stepped in front of the woman, all of them Spirit Beginning Realm powerhouses.
Lu Yin's gaze sharpened. Did every faction in the Nine Heavens Universe have so many experts? It was terrifying.
The red-haired woman looked across the distant void at Lu Yin and slowly bowed. "I'm sorry. Little Li has no choice. If I die in this battle, I'll have no regrets. If you die, I'll build a monument for you."
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