Saint-grade Divine Art

"Aunt ... Aunt?"

Lu Ming was flabbergasted. He had never expected that the Yuexin that the ancestor of technique was looking for was actually Yue Linglong's aunt.

This was too much of a coincidence!

"Is she really your aunt?"

Lu Ming asked again. He felt that this 'problem lady' was not very reliable.

of course it's my aunt. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to her now!

Yue Linglong pouted, her face full of pride. She turned around and flew off in a certain direction.

Lu Ming hurriedly followed.

In the inner court of Kong Xuan sect, there were a few huge mountain ranges that were intertwined with each other. There were countless strange peaks and it was vast and boundless.

They flew for a while, and Yue Linglong flew towards a mountain peak.

At the peak of the mountain, clouds and mist lingered, and flowers bloomed. It was a beautiful sight.