Star Sect, Mount Buzhou.

Ah Zhi’s primary body had returned to the sect. She wore a dress of purple chiffon and lounged on a net that sparkled with purple radiance of the same color.

A man in blue robes stood in front of the net and regarded her with an ardent gaze.

“Is this pretty?” Ah Zhi sat up with a large yawn.

“The beauty is as if a painting, of course it is a pretty sight.” The man had handsome features and a tall, strapping body. He held himself with a casual and elegant bearing, the epitome of a dashing and carefree attitude. He was a sequence expert as well, and he’d accessed more than one level. He was stronger than the Sword Sovereign King.

He took in his fill of Ah Zhi and sighed appreciatively,...