Xu Qing watched the grain of sand vanish. He didn’t care about the people who had died. Rather, he was shaken by what Void Returning cultivators were capable of. What Arch-Immortal Plumdark had done seemed simple, but was filled with profundity that Xu Qing couldn’t even grasp. Inhaling deeply, he looked down into the Supreme Arbiter Salvation Mountains where that specific mountain had once existed. That spot was now a level plain.2

Maintaining silence, he piloted the dharmaskiff forward. As the moon shone down, Arch-Immortal Plumdark seemed to be in a good mood. Occasionally, she would lift the flagon of alcohol to her lips and take a sip or two. As she drank, she seemed less flirtatious than usual, and a bit more bold and heroic. At the same time, she was no less glamorous than before. In fact, she emanated the air of those ancient jianghu wanderers who would sip unfiltered rice wine as they roamed the lands. All-in-all it made her even more attractive than before. [1]14

Xu Qing found himself repeatedly glancing at Arch-Immortal Plumdark’s alcohol flagon. Given the level of her cultivation base, she could probably drink a lot without getting drunk.0

Noticing his gaze, she smiled brightly and held the flagon in his direction. Rocking it back and forth, she asked,...0