Outside Qingshan Town, atop a small desolate mountain...
A refined-looking middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the ground, while a sixteen-year-old girl stood beside him.
She looked like a talented young lady well versed in poetry and books.
Though she appeared quite young, she possessed the unique charm of a young woman.
Her looks could only be called delicate and pleasant, yet she combined gentleness with allure in a way that was truly unforgettable.
At this moment, as she looked at the middle-aged man beside her, a trace of worry surfaced in her clear eyes.
That was right.
This woman, who possessed both a maiden's purity and a young woman's charm, was precisely Murong Wanwan's transformed appearance.
She knew full well the dangers of the secret art her husband was using.
After all, once the soul was involved, whether it was a simple secret art
or a complex soul technique, there would always be a certain degree of danger.
Only the severity differed.
If that were all, Murong Wanwan would not have been so worried.
It was precisely because she knew that her husband could effortlessly master even divine abilities in a short span of time!
Not to mention secret arts!
Even secret arts involving the soul were not particularly difficult for her husband.
Therefore, she also knew that her husband would almost never fail in casting a technique.
Naturally, he would not suffer a backlash from the secret art and have his soul gravely injured.
What worried her most was actually the secret art succeeding!
For someone like her husband to seal away all his essence, energy, and spirit, then cast all his will and mind into fabricated memories without leaving himself even the slightest way out—
such a course of action was exceedingly rare.
Should her husband fail to