The maid standing to one side in a pale yellow dress gazed at her mistress with awe and envy. Her mistress was an immortal maiden who had stepped out of a painting.
Her mistress had been sitting here for a long time, and she had no idea what was on her mind.
Without turning around, Su Hong spoke in a somewhat languid voice.
"After spending so long in seclusion, coming out to walk around and observe the countless facets of mortal life is a form of cultivation, too. Especially here on the Qingqing Continent, where the land gathers nature's finest essence and spiritual energy abounds!"
Feeling the lively spiritual energy around her, the maid in pale yellow nodded like a chick pecking at grain.
"You're right, Mistress. This is so much better than that Desolate Moon Continent. I hear the spiritual energy there is terribly thin, and they don't even have a great interrealm teleportation formation.
"The clan elders even had to tear open the void to bring you home. That turbulent space is such a dangerous place—even the elders could lose their way in it with a single careless mistake..."
Listening to the maid's endless chatter, Su Hong smiled.
"You're right, Mi'er. The four great sects on the Desolate Moon Continent are terribly stubborn. They refuse to open any means of teleportation to other continents.
"But the cultivators there really are pure in their pursuits. There isn't so much strife between different races!"
Mi'er's words stirred a trace of memory. Suddenly, an ordinary-looking young man appeared in her mind, and she gave an inward snort.
Hmph! I wonder whether that brat Li Yan has formed his core yet. If only I could see him now. I'd certainly teach him a good lesson.
*For a few drops of "Crystal Bone