Changfeng Tower was the most mysterious place in all of Jiangnan.
But it was not the tallest building.
Near Changfeng Tower stood another tall tower.
Nangong Wumeng sat cross-legged there, sighing, a look of melancholy shadowing her face.
Worry upon worry!
Suddenly, a voice came out of nowhere: “What are you looking at!?”
The sudden voice startled Nangong Wumeng so much that her whole body stiffened, like a small cat that had just been patted from behind, its fur all standing on end.
She quickly tried to act tough and stammered, “W-what? I wasn’t peeping!”
“I-I, I wasn’t peeping, and I wasn’t jealous either.”
Then she thought about it.
Although her cultivation had stalled for these past few years and she hadn’t broken through to the Seventh Heaven Grandmaster realm, her foundation in the Sixth Heaven was actually quite solid.
Especially since she’d gotten lost so many times, often wandering into the wrong places and finding those red fruits growing on trees — sweet and juicy, like cherries for children.
After eating those fruits, her martial skills grew thicker and more genuine.
But reaching the Grandmaster realm was something special; it wasn’t just about steadily accumulating power.
Still, her internal martial energy was deep and her senses sharp.