Meanwhile, high above Qian Ya, the celestial being suspended in the air widened its ethereal eyelids, sensing the profound Qi emanating from Old Ping's being.
The myriad stars that adorned its eyelids gradually dimmed, while a voice resonated once more, tinged with awe, "An Immortal?!"
The deity's attention then shifted to Xia Wei, as countless stars detached from its abstract form and began to encircle Xia Wei's body.
After a brief pause, the stars re-converged with the deity's ethereal figure, and the voice echoed once again, albeit with a hint of hesitation, "A Yinlong cultivator." The deity's words held a trace of uncertainty.
A moment of silence ensued between Xia Wei and the deity. The stars that hovered between the celestial form danced and flickered, appearing almost sentient.
It was the deity who broke the silence, speaking first this time, "How about we strike an agreement? This young lady holds great importance for us.
