Thunder roared across the heavens. Silvery-white lightning surged along the spear and extended two meters outward. Though heavy rain still fell in the distance, the raindrops nearby rose into the air, turning into glistening spheres that slowly evaporated and shrank amid the thunder's radiance.2

The light from the lantern in Changxiao's hand grew increasingly brilliant, dispersing the lightning bit by bit. It revealed the pale hand holding the spear, lightning curling affectionately around the wrist before leaping onto the purple-white feathered sleeve.0

Only then did he clearly see the figure before him: a female cultivator with a high nose bridge, graceful brows, and almond eyes. Purple radiance flowed within her pupils, her black hair cascading behind her like a waterfall. A purple...12