In the courtyard.
Jiang Ning looked at Lin Qingyi's belly, a trace of worry in his eyes.
With the Martial Saint having passed away in meditation and chaos about to engulf the world, this was hardly the right time for the so-called perfect life-form in Lin Qingyi's womb to be born.
After a few breaths of silence, he inhaled deeply, slowly rose, and gently exhaled.
"Tell my elder brother and sister-in-law that I'm heading out. I'm going to the Water-Moon Sword Palace!"
"Be... careful!" Lin Qingyi looked at Jiang Ning with worry in her eyes.
"Don't worry!" Jiang Ning gently patted her head, then moved, vanishing before her in an instant.
The Water-Moon Sword Palace.
A figure silently appeared at the entrance to the hall housing the goddess's statue.
It was Jiang Ning.
Yet the two female disciples standing on either side of the entrance seemed not to have noticed the figure that had just appeared.
Jiang Ning calmly crossed the threshold and entered the hall.
A white jade statue of a woman towered in the center of the hall ahead.
Though its features were indistinct, a single glance gave an impression of extraordinary beauty.
Jiang Ning's gaze lingered on the statue for a moment before he walked straight toward it.
The next moment.
A faint ripple spread through the space before the statue, then all movement ceased.
Moon Lake.
A bright moon hung high overhead, and specks of faint light floated like dust in the air above the lake.
Gentle ripples spread across the water, while the willows along the shore swayed softly.
A vermilion pavilion stood beside the lake, and beside it was the figure of a girl in a white dress, her back turned to him.
The hem of her dress hung two inches above the ground,