The tall woman with black hair and eyes wore a dark green gown that hugged her narrow waist, with flowing sleeves that billowed gently in the air.0

Her face was small, and her features were exquisitely delicate. Slender eyebrows framed her bright, expressive eyes, making her seem like a spirit born of the hidden valley, radiating a quiet vitality.0

Standing atop the massive golden beehive, she tilted her head back and met Pang Jian's gaze. Despite the vast distance between them, their eyes locked as if there were no distance at all. 0

Fragmented lands and continents lay between them, with whistling flying vessels, Outer Gods, and foreign race warriors constantly moving about.0

Despite this, none of it could block their eyes from meeting. It was uncanny.0

Your human race and our Nether Race should be the closest allies. Though her crystal-glossed lips did not move, her voice echoed clearly in Pang Jian's mind. You, Pang Jian, of all people, should be our ally more than most. In fact, you could be considered one of us because...0