Lingxiao Peak rose steeply for thousands of feet, and the distance from the mountain's base to its summit was not short.
However, having just reached the mid-mountain, Gu Shengyin was already struggling to continue.
Although she was naturally gifted, she was after all only an eight-year-old child, and such a journey was too lengthy for her.
But she had no slackness or complaints.
Celestial Master Xing He watched the little girl with a calm expression, following him silently towards the mountaintop, her forehead dense with sweat, yet Gu Weixin never once cried out in fatigue, nor suggested a rest.
Celestial Master Xing He inwardly praised her, her natural gifts outstanding, her temperament resilient, this child truly was a born sword cultivator.
It was at this moment that a crane's call came from the distant horizon.
Gu Shengyin lifted her head and saw a graceful white crane descending gracefully.
