Buddha is not as good as me

Behind the Dao Palace, Zhao Cheng saw Qin Honglian. She had built herself a hut and lived in seclusion, untouched by the mortal world. Her entire being seemed to have entered an exceedingly profound state.

Not long after returning to the mountain, she had condensed her Saint Soul. From then on, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to comprehending the Dao, advancing by leaps and bounds.

She had always been extraordinarily gifted. Had she not encountered a minor mishap before, she could have become a Saint long ago. Though she was a few years late now, that might not have been entirely a bad thing.

When the two met, Qin Honglian looked younger than ever—not merely in appearance, but in spirit as well.

She seemed to have merged with the entire mountain forest. Fresh rain in an empty mountain—even though she wore a Daoist robe, no makeup on her face and no adornments in her hair save a single hair tie, she appeared all the more ethereal for it.

A fairy's heart, a fairy's grace—her beauty surpassed even that of the past.

"Did you come looking for me?"

Qin Honglian asked without the slightest attempt at concealment.

"Not entirely. On this journey, I'm meeting old friends and settling a karmic debt."

Zhao Cheng smiled.

The two had traveled together for less than half a year, yet they had crossed mountains and rivers side by side. The bond between them had never been false.

It was simply that neither of them was one to be burdened by emotion, so there was none of that childish tenderness between them.

As for what the future held, that would depend on fate.

"I created a sword technique recently. Do you want to see it?"

Qin Honglian said, her expression charming and playful. In that instant, the