Time passed, and several days slipped by in the blink of an eye.
The ceremony celebrating the promotion of a third-tier pill master was about to be held.
Its venue was not on Feather Immortal Island.
Instead, a new island had been built in the lake specifically for the occasion.
Clearly, immense magical power had been used to move earth and stone, compact and fuse them, and shape earth veins, creating the island in a short time.
The island was sizable, with gentle terrain and an imposing, dignified circular outline. At its center stood a white jade platform, backed by a towering hall. On the other three sides, tiers of viewing seats rose in concentric rows, enough to accommodate a great many cultivators.
Various specialized arrangements had been made around the perimeter.
Along the island's edge, formation flags fluttered and spiritual light shimmered faintly. A powerful formation had clearly been laid down, both to stabilize the island and to maintain order.
Lin Changheng first sent Bai Hengwan a message to arrange a meeting.
Yet the moment he saw her in the hall, his pupils contracted slightly.
Dressed in white that outshone snow, Bai Hengwan stood quietly with a graceful figure, like a secluded orchid in an empty valley, cool and untouched by worldly dust.
Her features seemed even more exquisite than they had years ago. Her brows resembled distant mountains, her eyes autumn waters, and her skin glowed with a lustrous sheen. Every smile and frown possessed a beauty that stirred the soul.
What startled Lin Changheng even more, however, was her cultivation.
Although she had clearly employed some sophisticated breath-concealment technique, his divine sense, far surpassing that of his peers, and his secret Wind-Sensing Spirit Discernment technique still allowed him to faintly perceive the vast, weighty magical power hidden