Above the sky, a star with a silver glow streaked across the ice-blue sky.

Qi Yalan and Qing Muling stood side by side on the flying sword, and the sword emitted a thin and flexible light curtain, firmly blocking the fierce gusts of wind.

At this moment, Qing Muling held onto his senior sister's smooth and tight waist. Although his hand was a bit restless and always liked to explore and seek adventure, he assured himself that it was just a habit and had nothing to do with him. He told himself this with certainty and felt at ease.

In the depths of his sea of consciousness, as his cultivation broke through the Nascent Soul Realm, the Harmony Spirit Seed underwent another change. The second phantom of the Blue Lotus leaf had completely manifested and stabilized, emitting a clear and bright light.