Deep night.
In a room at the inn.
Mo Xiaolan leaned against the window, staring blankly at the street outside, still bustling with people.
Every cultivator's face was filled with longing and anticipation, their gazes towards Immortal Flying Peak brimming with fervor and reverence.
Dong dong.
There was a knock at the door. Mo Xiaolan walked over and opened it, revealing a petite woman with a small round face reflecting coldness, yet with a hint of charm.
"Xia... Sister Qiu?"
Mo Xiaolan looked in surprise at the petite woman, who, though not as stunningly beautiful as Xia Qinglian, was more charming and lovable, evoking a sense of tender affection.
It turned out Xia Qinglian had turned back into Qiu Zhihe.
"This body is less affected by pregnancy. Maybe tomorrow I'll attack Immortal Flying Peak. Xia Qinglian's body has very little spiritual power."
