Jiang Ding sat cross-legged amidst the dense Molten Gold Vines on the mountainside, his pupils tinged with silver-white as he gazed into the distance, deep in thought.
Moments later, three streaks of Escape Light in different colors flew in from not too far away, each one a beautiful woman dressed in Xianmen robes, each with a different aura and appearance.
"Greetings, young master."
Gong Caiyu curtsied.
Short in stature, at only one meter forty-five, with a round face, she had survived many crises including Xuetu Hall and Immortal Tiankuang. Over the years, she had advanced to the Early Stage of Foundation Building.
"Master!"
By his side, the warm-tempered and enthusiastic, plump woman Xia Tu, as well as the aloof Dong Xue, were a fraction of a moment later in performing their curtsies, surreptitiously glancing up before quickly looking away, their cheeks slightly flushed.
