"She's... she's..."
A name rose in Duan Tiande's mind, only to fade away instantly, leaving him unable to utter it.
It was as though he should have remembered that name, yet some inexplicable force made him forget everything in an instant.
His eyes filled with bewilderment, as though he could not remember whom he was supposed to speak of.
"She's what?"
Ling Muxi's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly pressed him.
She cared deeply about everything concerning Li Qingyue and wanted to know everything about her.
It was an indescribable feeling.
Not even the people of the Jiuli who had raised her from childhood had ever given her this feeling.
Perhaps it was because their personalities were alike, or perhaps because of the debt she owed her for saving her life.
Or perhaps it was because of the years they had spent together.
She cared immensely about everything concerning Sister Qingyue, wanting to learn about her past and enter her heart.
Even though they were both women, she always felt drawn to her.
"Did I say something?"
Duan Tiande looked at Ling Muxi in bewilderment, while a few fragments of memory flashed through his mind.
Even the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, whose might had dominated the world, had died at Li Qingyue's hands.
It was an aura he could neither forget nor find, familiar beyond measure, yet so distant that he could see no trace of it.
For cultivators, every realm of cultivation brought a world of difference in power.
That was the Immeasurable Dao Ancestor, a Heavenly Venerable of his generation, whose name countless cultivators had recited throughout the eternal ages, a being who had ruled an era.
No matter how weakened he became, he was not someone ants could kill.
All beneath Saints were ants, and in a Heavenly