But this time, Ling Ningzhi didn't dodge, her misty eyes filled with splendor.
"Master once said, this Daoist will face a calamity in this life. If I can get through it, my path to immortality will be smooth, but if I can't, I may be swept into the vortex of the mortal world, sinking into the endless red dust..."
"It seems Mr. Chen is my tribulation."
"I'm sorry, Master, I'm afraid I can't pass this calamity..."
"Mmm!"
Ling Ningzhi's body suddenly tensed, her swan-like neck stretched straight, pain showing between her brows and eyes.
...
The gauze curtains swayed, the bright moon shattering the clouds.
Like a night-blooming flower stretching in the twilight, or a waterfall cascading down a mountain peak.
Ling Ningzhi felt herself floating on clouds, and the next moment she plunged into an abyss, much like the first time she learned to travel through the sky, an uncontrollable sense of weightlessness made her heart tremble.
