"As a member of the Night Family, why do you need to act like this?"
In a gentle voice echoing above the ninth heaven, against the splendid glow of dawn, stood a woman atop a towering stone pillar, her eyes dazzling, her smile still intact.
The Holy Saint Embryo, Fond Spirit, lay on the ground behind her, like a mountain shrouded in clouds reaching straight for the skies, its imposing aura astonishing to the onlookers.
"Saint Ancestor Ye Shu..."
Ye Hanlian raised her head, gazing into the clouds, her voice filled with surprise and joy.
Ye Shu smiled lightly, as if bathed in the morning breeze, and said,
"To brave death in pursuit of life, to venture boldly into the great tomb, and then to return in triumph."
"All these feats, honor within grasp, glory upon your shoulders, should be recorded in the clan's annals, your name praised for eons, immortal for tens of thousands of years."
"I dare not."
From a distance, Ye Hanlian bowed deeply, her hands pressed together in respect,
