As the words fell, Chen Cuo walked out of the room.
Xiang Ran immediately followed, wondering whether to say what she had prepared.
She had come not only to report the covert scrutiny prompted by the Turkish Yabghu, but also to raise the matter of Xietongzi of Kunlun.
Since Chen Cuo had brought up the cultivators of the Eight Sects, Xiang Ran wondered if this was her chance to mention that Kunlun Longevity cultivator who refused to leave.
After all, though no direct conflict had erupted between Great Hua Mountain and Kunlun Mountain in the past forty years, friction between the two sides had never ceased, and disputes flared often.
As one of the leading figures of Great Hua Mountain's younger generation, Xiang Ran had led disciples against Kunlun's people many times despite her wish to focus on cultivation. Each side had won and lost, as in this contest over the Ruins.
Given the situation before her, she naturally did not want to grow too close to anyone from Kunlun. But without a word from Chen Cuo, she could hardly make that decision herself...
As her thoughts wandered—
Suddenly!
Whoosh!
A wave of heat rose from her hands!
Xiang Ran started, then realized it came from the Treasure her martial uncle had given her!
Raging Flame surged, and hot air washed over her face!
Yet she felt no burning. Even the hands holding the fire felt not a trace of pain.
When the flames reflected in her pupils, Xiang Ran felt the tangled thoughts in her heart burn away one by one, vanishing without a trace until only clear, focused thoughts remained.
More than that, her whole spirit and vitality seemed to rise!
"What is this?"
"That Deity came from a great religion of the Outer Regions and presided over