Slaying a Deva (3)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"This is?"
"A hundred catties of Outer World Mystic Flower. Consider it a greeting gift." Han Zhao smiled.
"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony." Perfected Heavenly Derivation put away the Outer World Mystic Flower and cupped his hands.
"Farewell."
Han Zhao stayed where he was and watched Perfected Heavenly Derivation leave.
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October 10th, same place.
Han Zhao, who was cultivating in the sea and using the high pressure at the bottom of the sea to temper his body, felt a powerful Dharma power.
Splash!
Han Zhao rode a beam of light and left the sea.
A Daoist Nun in a moon-white robe had already appeared above the clouds. She wore a Daoist crown on her head, held a horsetail whisk, and carried a sword on her back. From her appearance, she was only 27 or 28 years old, but the deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and indifferent eyes showed that she was far older than she looked.