My Divine Soul

Everyone turned to look, only to see a group of people striding through the air. At their head was a woman in white, breathtakingly beautiful and otherworldly in bearing.

"Qinghe Saintess!" someone cried out.

Wang Xiujie's expression darkened completely.

With the Qinghe Saintess here in person, matters had become even more complicated.

The Qinghe Saintess moved with graceful, lotus-like steps, her white robes purer than snow. With every step she took, it seemed as though lotus flowers bloomed beneath her feet.

The instant she reached the mountaintop, the noisy scene fell silent.

"Saintess."

The man in green robes was the first to bow.

The woman in red also put away her fiery whip and inclined her head slightly.

"What brings you here in person?"

The Saintess's lips curved faintly into a soft smile.

"I heard that something unusual had happened at Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge, so I came to take a look."

Her voice was pleasant and soothing, yet it carried an almost imperceptible tremor.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the faint figure at the center of the blood river before quickly shifting away.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Xiujie suddenly burst into laughter, breaking the brief silence.

"Could it be that the Saintess came specifically to watch Gu Sheng die?"

The Saintess's expression did not change, though her eyes turned cold.

"You jest, Young Master Wang."

Lie Feng had somehow sidled over, his flaming red hair wildly conspicuous.

"During the trials on the Sacred Path, all six holy lands were thrashed badly by Gu Sheng. Saintess, don't tell me you came here just to watch the show?"

As he spoke, he winked at the Saintess, making no effort to hide the admiration in his eyes.

Wang Xiujie snorted coldly.

"Lie Feng, that mouth of yours still needs a beating."

"What?"

Lie Feng