Aboard the Spirit Wind Immortal Ship.
Xu Ping'an stood on the deck, his gaze complex.
He hadn't expected that, after all the twists and turns, he would one day stand on the Spirit Wind Immortal Ship again, and in such a way at that.
Thinking of this, Xu Ping'an couldn't help but turn his eyes toward the Saintess of the Heavenly Spirit Realm at the bow.
It had to be said, the woman was indeed very beautiful.
She was almost on par with Li Qingyi, but she had an ethereal, otherworldly aura about her that set her apart.
This was the result of holding a high position for a long time, being bathed in the aura of the Spirit Realm's immortals.
Of course, this woman also exuded a certain pride, the kind of innate nobility that came from deep within.
This made Xu Ping'an feel somewhat opposed.
Even in his previous life, he had been born into poverty and climbed to a high position one step at a time.
