Ji Qingzhu stood tall and slender in the starry skies beyond the realm, clad in a white dress and silver robes, her dark hair fluttering in the wind. Even when facing a Quasi-Saint entirely on her own, she refused to lower her head or bend her knees.
She had merely lived through a few more years than herself; given time, she would inevitably surpass him, and there was nothing here worthy of excessive awe.
Or rather, she should feel nothing but contempt.
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