With a whoosh, Lin Xiaosu descended from the Abyss, piercing through the clouds and fog, landing on a peak.
A fierce wind arose, his long hair flying high.
Floating clouds moved, gathering into a sea of clouds beneath his feet.
The wind in the Spirit Realm was like icy arrows, the vast sky devoid of sun and moon.
A small tree emerged from nothing next to him, swaying gently, as if comforting the desolation in his heart at that moment.
Lin Xiaosu slowly turned his body, gazing at the small tree.
A flower blossomed out of thin air on the small tree; within the flower, a graceful figure formed, enlarging slowly, it was none other than Saintess Qian Ling.
"Husband, you look quite troubled. What happened?"
"I just came down from the Abyss!" Lin Xiaosu said, "The Abyss is already a mortal enemy!"
A single sentence, like the world-ending Jing Lei, erupted on this peak, yet did not stir the expected waves, Saintess Qian Ling sighed softly, "Actually, I knew long ago."
