Within the ancient city, shrouded in mist, the woman began to speak, her words earnest and sincere.
Upon the ancient city, a red flower transformed into a woman's face, and coldly said, "Descendant of the Divine Race, your bloodline is pure, even at the King's Blood Level. At merely fifteen hundred years old, you've reached the Peak of Void Refining, such talent defies fate. Even my master, the Sun and Moon Divine Venerable, was only at this level."
"But it's not enough, it's still not enough!"
