Mo Qingyan, clad in white, was sitting cross-legged on the central cushion, her entire being emanating an air of otherworldly detachment.
Lu Li stood quietly in the clearing, his expression respectful as he clasped his hands in greeting.
"May I know the reason for my summoning, Venerable Ancestor?"
"Do you still remember the matter I mentioned to you last time?" breathed Mo Qingyan, as light and ethereal as a trailing orchid.
"Could it be that a new minor world has emerged, where the younger generation is to compete for the World Core?" Lu Li's eyes flickered with anticipation.
Ancestor Mo summoning him alone surely wasn't just for a simple catch-up; it had to be about this matter.
He had been looking forward to it ever since his own inner world expanded; his cultivation had been progressing exceedingly slowly, making him quite uncomfortable.
He also longed to experience the wondrous uses of the World Core.
