Such a lineup was enough to make any force across the entire continent wary.
However, Xiao Yi Xian knew that Xiao Bai had never set his sights merely on becoming a Dou Saint.
What he wanted was a higher realm.
A Dou Emperor.
Perhaps even... beyond a Dou Emperor.
Xiao Yi Xian lifted her teacup and took a light sip.
No matter how distant that step was, she would walk it alongside Xiao Bai.
That was her promise.
It was also her wish.
Just then, a faint energy ripple suddenly came from deep within the Blood Fire Hall.
Xiao Yi Xian raised her eyes in that direction, the corners of her lips curving upward slightly.
Xiao Bai's aura had grown stronger again.
It seemed that he would be leaving seclusion before long.
Another two days passed.
Outside the Blood Fire Hall, space suddenly began to fluctuate violently.
Rip.
A massive spatial rift tore open, and the faint sound of dragon roars echoed from within.
The next moment, a purple figure shot out like lightning, arriving above the Blood Fire Hall in an instant.
She was a purple-haired, purple-eyed girl dressed in a purple gown. Her graceful figure was exquisite, and her stunning face carried a somewhat proud smile.
She stood suspended in the air, radiating a heart-pounding pressure that was so powerful that even the surrounding space warped faintly.
It was Zi Yan.
Behind her, a burly figure emerged close behind.
He was a tall, white-haired old man with a stern face and deep eyes filled with the vicissitudes of time.
He stood with his hands behind his back, without releasing the slightest aura. Yet the invisible pressure around him was even more unfathomable than Zi Yan's.
"Little Qing Lin!"
Late Half-Saint
Zi Yan spotted the green-clad figure within the