Dongsheng Shenzhou.
A fine rain fell beneath a dark sky.
Xie Lingyu sat quietly beside the courtyard railing, gazing calmly toward the Western Ox-He Continent.
This courtyard stood atop the mountain peak in Dongsheng Shenzhou closest to the Western Ox-He Continent. Looking into the distance, cultivators could make out a hazy glimpse of the nearby reaches of the Western Ox-He Continent.
Clouds and mist curled around her, worry filled her heart.
It was still too far away to see clearly.
"Martial Aunt, staring like this won't help."
Cui Hao stood a short distance away. Though that was what he said, his gaze followed Xie Lingyu's, fixed on the Western Ox-He Continent.
At his words, Xie Lingyu withdrew her gaze, gently rubbing a transparent token threaded with faint streams of golden light.
Though she knew she had to wait for the token to respond, her eyes always drifted unconsciously toward the Western Ox-He Continent.
The Buddhist Sect's Tribulation Transcendence cultivators were making a tremendous stir. If anything did go wrong and she saw it from here, she would not have to wait for a message from the token.
Chu Xingchen had entrusted her with the all-important task of providing support for their withdrawal.
All Xie Lingyu could do was live up to the task Chu Xingchen had entrusted to her. To that end, she would naturally do as much as she could.
What one gave had always depended on affection and the person, not how much it was or what one gained or lost.
Favoritism was no different.
Seeing Xie Lingyu's tense expression, Cui Hao smiled and said:
"Since ancient times, nothing has worn down the mind quite like waiting. You've been sitting here for several days, Martial Aunt. You should relax a little. Once word comes, that's when we'll really