Song Chengcheng's face made a transition from resentment to mirth. For a moment, Chen Yi felt a gentle warmth of spring. The brilliance of Song Chengcheng's smile lit up the sky over Qinglong Island's main gate,
the gatekeepers and the coming and going guests alike were stunned by her radiance.
Liu Huo too, after his initial restraint, gradually became relaxed.
Though he had also entered the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, theoretically speaking, the Late Stage of Qi Cultivation would be his lifetime limit,
while Song Chengcheng, as a young cultivator having reached the Foundation Establishment from a significant sect, might even rise to the level of a Pseudo-coreTrue Person in the future.
Their paths were destined to diverge. Their current intersection was merely a result of their roots as emerging cultivators.
On the other hand, having seen Song Chengcheng, Zhao Chengyu experienced a myriad of resurgent emotions, an unwillingness to concede evident in his gaze.
