There was a saying: those who understood the times were true heroes.
Moon Ling considered herself a true hero.
Bie Xuening stared at her for a while, and just as Moon Ling was starting to get nervous—
"I'll let it go this time."
After all, she had been tossed in here to serve as a processor for over a thousand years. She'd let her off this once.
"Thank you, Master!" Moon Ling beamed and hurried to her feet.
Then she trotted over to Bie Xuening.
Xu Xing spread his hand. The scarlet sword became a streak of Red Radiance and landed. Amid its dazzling glow, a tall, graceful figure appeared.
She wore red, in a style similar to Bie Xuening's. Even her appearance bore a slight resemblance to hers, though the red eyeshadow near her eyes gave her an overall sharper look.
Her long hair fell to her ankles, and her face showed little expression.
"Master, Sword Venerable." Moon Shadow bowed respectfully.
"Sorry for the trouble, Moon Shadow."
Moon Shadow nodded slightly. "I'll obey your command, Master."
Then she turned around and gently pressed her hand against the crystalline trunk. A vivid red spread from beneath her palm, swiftly coloring everything around it.
Standing beside Bie Xuening, Moon Ling stared with wide eyes.
"Sister Moon Shadow has gotten even stronger," she murmured.
In less than a minute, the crystalline trunk, which had looked like white jade, was dyed a deep red.
The cool, moonlit white glow was replaced by a crimson radiance.
From afar, the entire tree looked as if it had been carved from a massive piece of Blood Jade, and the spiritual light threads connecting its branches and leaves turned red as well.
Moon Shadow withdrew her hand. What looked like streams of data flashed through her eyes,