Shen Qingxue was exceptionally confident in her younger sister's beauty.
Over the past few years, Shen Qingyue had grown ever more beautiful. Her skin, her brows and eyes, her figure—she looked as though she had stepped straight out of a painting.
Some cultivators who had happened to see Shen Qingyue had been utterly bewitched.
If Shen Qingyue's master, Alchemist Xuan Yun, had not possessed such a fierce temper that ordinary people dared not come here, the threshold would have long since been trampled flat.
She believed that as long as Ye Wushuang saw Qingyue, he would surely be moved.
As long as they could latch onto Elder Ye, they would certainly receive a massive tilt in resources and rapidly raise their cultivation.
Shen Qingxue touched her own face.
She was already thirty-two, yet had only just broken through to the seventh level of Qi Refinement.
She needed a great deal of resources to quickly raise her cultivation to the peak of Qi Refinement, then plan for Foundation Establishment.
Foundation Establishment.
She had to reach Foundation Establishment.
She wanted to stand above others, to become a Foundation Establishment True Person admired by all.
Those who looked down on her, those who had bullied her—she would make every last one of them kneel at her feet.
Shen Qingxue took a deep breath, turned, and left.
Rosy Cloud Island.
Wang Mengde sat atop a meditation cushion, lost in thought.
Judging by Qingyue's tone, she did not seem all that angry?
Did Qingyue have a Dao companion?
Wang Mengde wanted to ask clearly, but Rosy Cloud Island and Azure Cliff Island were thousands of li apart.
The first-tier Voice Transmission Talismans sold in Rosy Cloud Island's talisman shops could not transmit voices across several thousand li.
Later, he would ask someone to buy