Earth Realm (1): The Beauty Hasn’t Aged, But Where Is the King?

In a certain part of the Qilian mountain range in Qinghai Province, an old lady in a linen coat and a headscarf was lying on a bamboo chair in the thatched cottage.

Her hands danced in the air as if she was conducting an orchestra, and streams of energy fluctuated around her. In the end, the streams of energy combined to form a handkerchief with brilliant lights and vibrant colors.

Suddenly, a loud sound rang from the door's direction. The old lady immediately stopped her hand movements and stood up.

"Daoist Tang, did you not already ascend to the Immortal World? How did you come back?" After seeing who it was, the linen-robbed old lady put down the handkerchief. "Don't tell me that you failed to pass the Tribulation and a fragment of your soul came back again."

"Cough…" Tang Xiu originally planned to have a big smile when greeting the old lady, but after hearing what the old lady said, his handsome face began to blush a bright red.