In the clearing behind the mountain, Gu Xiaofei gazed at her master.
She stood firm, her eyes steady, and her slender and powerful fingers were loosely curled as if she was gripping a sword.
The depths of her master's strength were profound and inscrutable, with no accurate conception ever reached. The disciples often speculated but could not come to any conclusion, always ending in awe and filled with admiration.
She was among them, both respectful and fearful, but at this moment it was different.
Not long ago, she had just broken through to Human Immortals, experiencing an indescribable sensation of overpowering pleasure that seemed invincible. Normally, one would take time to stabilize after a breakthrough, but she didn't want to.
This was the moment when the Sword Qi soared to the sky, and the sharpness was directly overhead—it was time for a battle!
"Please impart your teachings, Master!"
