Acknowledgment
Editor: Henyee Translations
The Saintess was woken up by a nightmare. She dreamed that she had been exposed by Ancestor Sikong. The Ancestor grabbed her throat and a dagger stabbed her heart. She exclaimed and suddenly sat up!
She was born a Saintess and had received extraordinary training. She had long developed a calm personality, but she was still so frightened by a nightmare that she broke out in cold sweat. It could be seen how terrifying the Old Ancestor's strength last night had left a scar in her heart.
However, soon, the Saintess realized that she was in an unfamiliar room. Golden morning light shone through the window and shone on the tables and chairs that emitted a strong ancient aura.
The furnishings in the room were not complicated, but they were all made of high-grade golden silk wood. It was rumored that this wood was immortal for a thousand years. Therefore, even though it was the style from many years ago, it did not look dilapidated at a glance.