Before long, they reached a dense, emerald forest that seemed untouched by the chaos of the cultivation world.
Shen Yuan's gaze sharpened as he spotted a familiar figure standing patiently at the edge of the clearing.
The woman stood calmly beneath the forest canopy, contrasted against the vibrant backdrop of the forest.
As they descended, Xueyan landed with a soft thud, her claws barely disturbing the grass beneath. Shen Yuan dismounted gracefully, his robes flowing as he stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the waiting figure.
Fang Lian, clad in a simple yet elegant dark outfit, bowed deeply the moment Shen Yuan's feet touched the ground. "Young Master," she greeted, her voice calm and respectful. "I have awaited your command."
Shen Yuan nodded, his expression curious. "You've been here long?"
