He toyed with a brilliant golden, wheat-ear-shaped Magical Artifact. Light flowed across the ear of wheat, which seemed to contain the burgeoning power of grain, plump and just shy of ripeness, accumulated to its very peak.
"Fellow Daoist Rangfeng is absolutely right."
The last figure spoke. She was dressed in plain white muslin, her aura as cool and clear as morning dew under the moon. It was none other than White Dew True Monarch, Ningshuangzi.
Strands of pure Dew Essence coiled around her fingertips. Her voice was ethereal, yet carried a chill.
"The wheels of fortune turn. Signs of the Quantitative Tribulation rising again among the realms are already apparent, and that it originates from the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm signifies a time when the world order is about to be overturned.
