Time flowed on. In the blink of an eye, three days had passed, yet Yue Qingyi before him showed no movement at all.
Ye Lin sat by himself some distance away, while Muyun Shangqing stood obediently behind him like a bodyguard.
No, he was no longer called Muyun Shangqing. He was now called Mu Yun Chunfeng.
Ever since Ye Lin had spoken those words, this fellow had changed his name on the spot.
He firmly believed that if such a powerful expert had told him to change his name, it had to be for his own good.
His original name had been something else, but ever since changing it to this one, his cultivation had been unable to advance even an inch.
At first, he thought he himself was lacking. But after Ye Lin's guidance, he finally understood—it was not that he was lacking; it was his name that was lacking.
"She's coming."
Suddenly, Ye Lin, who had remained motionless, snapped his eyes open.
The surface of the sphere of light before him blazed brilliantly, streams of dazzling blue light blooming in every direction.
And within that blue radiance surged wave after wave of incomparably violent aura.
The next moment, the blue sphere abruptly shattered. Yue Qingyi sat on the ground with her eyes tightly shut, an overwhelmingly dense deathly aura emanating from her body.
It was as though she might perish at any moment.
"What's going on?"
Ye Lin's expression suddenly changed as he stared at Yue Qingyi in shock.
In his perception, Yue Qingyi's life force was rapidly draining away, her vital essence spilling out as though it cost nothing.
In the blink of an eye, Yue Qingyi's black hair turned white. Even her snow-white skin rapidly withered and shriveled.
It was as though she had aged by