At the clifftop.
The mountain wind blew, stirring the clothes and skirts of several people.
"Fellow Daoist, among the people I have met in my life, you can rank in the top three!" The white-haired woman said to Jiang Ning, with a slight sigh in her tone.
"Senior, you flatter me!" Jiang Ning responded, then asked, "There is one thing I wonder if Senior could answer."
"Please speak, Fellow Daoist!" the white-haired woman said.
Looking at the Chi Huang Ancestor before him, Jiang Ning felt a stir in his heart.
"Senior, are you in the Heavenly Immortal Realm?"
"Indeed!" The white-haired woman looked at Jiang Ning and lightly uttered two words.
"Senior, in your world, is there anyone above the Heavenly Immortal level?" Jiang Ning asked again.
Hearing this, the white-haired woman looked at Jiang Ning, her mind flashing back to Jiang Ning's earlier words.
Existence at the immortal level.
