Mists drifted over the endless Genesis reservoir.

A figure in white descended from the sky, landing on one of the towering peaks that rose from the waters. Her pupils scanned the surroundings, as if searching for something.

A breeze blew past, lifting a skirt adorned with lotus patterns while also revealing a set of enchanting curves.

It was obviously Li Qingchan.

Her eyes widened slightly all of a sudden as a cold voice rang out, “What is the great Chosen of the Spirit Rune Peak sneaking about for?”

As her voice spread, the mist behind her began to dissipate as a young man in daoist robes walked over on the water. It was number nine of the ten great Chosens, Ye Ge.

He gazed at Li Qingchan, somewhat helplessly scratching his head and said, “Senior sister Qingchan truly has...