Several tens of li away, atop a gnarled old tree.
Shen Luoyan stood up, gazing at the two crying maids on Wind Snow Tower, and muttered to herself, "What's the use of all this weeping? Hmph, just unnecessary trouble for common folks..."
Having said that, she drifted away, vanishing into the night sky.
The matters here were concluded, and there was no longer any need for her, Shen Luoyan, to intervene. What followed, Ning Daoran could handle all by himself. After all... his Nascent Soul Early Stage was exceptionally daunting.
...
Immortal Residence, left in disarray.
The sky swirled with countless strands of Thunder Tribulation Essence Qi, even occasional bolts of lightning flashing terrifyingly.
Underground, in the hung Grotto Heaven from a Class A Paperfolk's waist, Ning Daoran sat cross-legged.
Though his body was battered and torn, he had successfully transcended the tribulation.
