Daoist Yuanci heard this and instinctively clenched the Sea Pearl in his hand.
He was no longer the hesitating menial servant raising chickens at Ding 87 Villa in the East Saint Sect.
Yet at this moment and place, he has never been more conflicted.
The female cultivator saw this, and her face seemed both joyful and sad, then suddenly she gently said:
"Can I... hug you?"
Daoist Yuanci was slightly stunned, hesitantly nodded his head.
The female cultivator showed an exquisite smile, like a hundred flowers blooming in winter, full of spring, stunningly beautiful.
Daoist Yuanci stood there in a daze.
She lightly stepped forward, her ethereal arms crossing two worlds, gently passed over the figure in front... and hugged herself.
"Very warm... thank you."
As if directed at Daoist Yuanci, yet also at herself.
She laughed as she let go, and the many obsessions between her eyebrows dissipated in an instant.
Her figure slowly faded away.
