Lishui Palace.
On Heart-of-the-Lake Island, golden sunlight streamed down from overhead. Passing through gaps in the leaves, it became mottled shadows that fell across the ground.
Beneath the great tree.
Jiang Ning sat leaning against the trunk.
His gaze rested calmly on the distant scenery.
The breeze over the lake stirred, lifting the long hair that fell beside his temples.
"Since you're awake, stop pretending." Jiang Ning spoke, his voice ringing out.
His words fell.
The white-porcelain-like female corpse before him stirred.
Then, Miaoguan slowly opened her eyes and looked calmly at Jiang Ning.
"What does Your Highness plan to do with me next?"
"Didn't I say it already? Have the people behind you bring out a stalk of Immortal Medicine, and I'll let you leave." Jiang Ning glanced at Miaoguan as he spoke.
At that moment, the jade-porcelain-like cracks across Miaoguan's body had already healed considerably compared to before.
But several fragments on her face were still dangling precariously, drawing the eye.
Noticing Jiang Ning's gaze, she reached up and pulled the fragments from her face.
"Your Highness is curious, aren't you?" Miaoguan asked.
"A little." Jiang Ning looked at Miaoguan, whose body was now shattered like white jade porcelain, and nodded.
Then he added, "I imagine a true immortal wouldn't be as weak as you."
"Weak?" Miaoguan murmured, a trace of self-mockery curling at the corner of her mouth.
"So this level of strength of mine can only be matched with the word 'weak' in your eyes?" Miaoguan said.
"I know a saying: Beneath immortals, all are ants! The difference between immortals and mortals is like clouds and mud." Jiang Ning said.
"That's two sayings!" Miaoguan said seriously.
"That isn't important!" Jiang Ning's mouth twitched.
At that, Miaoguan fell silent for a moment.
Then she nodded.
"What Your