Song Ciwan realized that in this distant, Different Space-Time, she had actually heard the Huaxia Language!
Countless times before, she had woken from dreams in the middle of the night, feeling lost and despondent.
But the sounds of her homeland were distant, and she was no longer the person she once was. She had her own Dao to pursue; there was no turning back.
Most importantly, after all these years of Cultivation, she might not look old, but she had actually spent countless years in various Cultivation Spaces. That time spent cultivating was all too real.
Every time she acquired a new Technique, it seemed as though she could advance it from Beginner to Mastery, or even higher, in a mere moment. It was as if she had gained all that Cultivation experience from thin air—
'But does anything in this world ever truly come from thin air?'
It was all earned through her own painstaking Cultivation, bit by bit!
