Little martial sister has indeed grown up.
Li Ping'an stretched out his right hand and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
Ningning Mu covered the back of his hand with hers and gently rubbed it.
The atmosphere was quietly changing.
Li Ping'an smiled and said, "Martial sister, you haven't formed your Primordial Spirit yet, otherwise I could help you with the spirit moulting."
"Once the Primordial Spirit is formed, I can step onto the Heaven and Earth Bridge, but I'm still several minor realms away from that, it's going to take a long time."
Ningning Mu's eyes were full of tenderness as she looked at Li Ping'an and then hesitantly looked aside, whispering, "Brother, are you about to become an immortal?"
"Becoming an immortal is still far off," Li Ping'an said with a wry smile, "There's been a problem here, and I might not be able to become an immortal for quite a while, but my strength is still increasing."
"This?"
