Upper Realm, Lingtian Plateau.
Saintess Palace.
Luo Qingxian sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, dressed in a white gown with her long hair cascading down her back.
The leaves of the Sacred Tree outside the window had turned yellow a month ago. When the wind blew, they fell like golden snow, drifting through the window only to land upon her heart. As she stared at the Sacred Tree in a daze, her thoughts returned to her experiences in the Lower Realm, and her mood fluttered like the endlessly scattering leaves…
An old woman with snow-white hair sat before her, clutching her wrist with a gnarled hand. She had been taking her pulse for a long time.
Luo Qingxian snapped out of her thoughts, yawned, and said with a bitter expression, "Ahh, Grandmother, I've already told you, I'm fine. The Divine Doctor I met in the Lower Realm has excellent medical techniques. I'm truly all better now, so please let me go back."
