However, just as An Ning was looking at the scene before her, feeling somewhat bored and listless,
a silhouette suddenly flashed through her mind.
The visage of He Song quietly appeared in her thoughts.
Counting the days,
it seemed that about a month had passed since she had last sent a message to He Song, informing him of her recent experiences.
It had been some time since she last updated He Song about her situation and returned to the Wind and Snow Palace Sect Gate.
During this period, the events she had undergone were indeed quite mystical.
Thus, she figured He Song must also be interested, right?
As such a thought flashed through her mind, An Ning's gaze swept over the outer disciples who were still battling Qi Refining stage demonic beasts, and a thin piece of paper appeared in her hand.
"An Ning pays respects to Sir,"
"May Sir enjoy boundless longevity."
