The sighs in the Summer Immortal Palace echoed in the lonely passage of time.
Only the little butterfly could hear it.
However, at that moment, she didn't understand the meaning behind this sigh.
She was still fixated on her master, wondering why she always called her stupid and why she would help the person she despised.
She didn't notice that there was a hint of determination in her master's eyes.
Xu Qing also didn't hear this sigh.
At that moment, in Nether Flame's seclusion site, he stared at the dandelions floating in his sea of consciousness. After a few breaths of silence, he made up his mind.
"Eight Extremities…"
Xu Qing mumbled. His divine sense suddenly spread out and fused into those dandelions.
In an instant, Xu Qing's mind roared, as if the primordial sound of creation exploded within his soul.