Last Days
In stark contrast to the three martial maidens, Lin Xiang, Lin Ping, and Gi Zuo made not a single sound as they opened their eyes at that same moment. Their natural presence was one that could easily awe all creation into reverent silence if they so wished it.
With a simple wave of his hand, Lin Xiang dismissed the Dao barriers, and with a mere look, everyone obediently gathered close around him. There was nothing left for their group on this trifling Azure platform.
Lin Xiang traded a brief look toward the ghostly Venerable phantom. "Have you anything else to offer us?" he asked plainly.
The Venerable phantom furrowed his brows for a moment before flicking out a sliver of azure radiance from his spectral fingertip. The ray of light landed in Lin Xiang's outstretched palm, condensing into the shape of a lavish yet simply designed spatial ring.