“Is big sis Feng entering the second level of the Sage-stage?”0

Lingyu might be lacking in cultivation, but her horizon was pretty broad.0

“She already has,” Ye Qing answered.0

As if on cue, Feng Qingyou began walking toward them.0

Each step spawned a small auspicious cloud underneath her feet. Her world was also following behind her.0

For a short duration, Lingyu felt an indescribable pressure pressing down on her. It felt like a world was collapsing on top of her, or a god or a demon was charging toward her. And she? She was just an ant, no, a speck of dust, utterly incapable of defending herself. A single breath or a casual wave of the sleeve could probably end her existence thoroughly.0

In fact, Lingyu wasn’t the only one who was sensing mortal danger. Old Man Turtle’s senses were screaming for him to defend himself as...0