Linhai Immortal City.
Yulan Peak was in the blooming season of the Mange Spirit Grass. Not only was the entire mountain filled with the fragrance of this spiritual herb, but even the entire Immortal City was filled with the fragrance of flowers. In the pavilion on the mountainside, two female cultivators with refined auras sat opposite each other.
The steam from the spiritual tea had already disappeared on the stone table. One of the women who looked a little delicate suddenly looked in the direction of the city. "Qingling, he's here."
Yu Qingling's body trembled slightly. Her elegant and calm face had long since lost its inexperience. Even though her appearance was still the same, white hair had appeared between her brows and temples. "I know that he'll definitely come."
