The Three Thousand Worlds were so vast—how could Bai Wuyan possibly guess what fortuitous opportunity Sword Venerable Su Ran had encountered?
Divination was useless as well. Cultivators of the Upper Three Realms refined their inner heavens to the finest detail and comprehended the outer heavens through the Dao, naturally possessing divine abilities that obscured the secrets of heaven. There was simply no calculating them.
Moreover, Sword Venerable Su Ran possessed the Dao Sword Realm. Heaven and earth were her sword; she and the sword Dao were one. Calculating her would consume an enormous amount of mental effort, and even if Bai Wuyan obtained an answer, it might not be the truth. It was purely a thankless waste of effort.
Rather than ponder what opportunity Sword Venerable Su Ran had obtained, it was better to keep her feet on the ground and consider this: now that she was free of the shackles of lifespan and had regained her youth, how much of her strength had returned? Had she achieved great advancement in cultivation by tearing down and rebuilding herself?
With only a little thought, Bai Wuyan became immensely excited. Compared to Sword Venerable Su Ran, so aged she had nearly withered away, Bai Wuyan looked forward more to Sword Venerable Su Ran at the height of her powers.
She would defeat that bitch fair and square, make her lose so thoroughly that she would be utterly convinced!
Xiang Yuan: (—`)
Glancing at Bai Wuyan, who was trembling slightly and had somehow abruptly become so excited that her face was flushed red, he wisely kept silent and quietly made himself as inconspicuous as possible.
It did not work very well. A great medicine like him was like a firefly in the pitch-black night—far too dazzling to hide.
Bai Wuyan's mind was filled