A faint wisp of pale blue smoke curled upward from the porcelain-blue incense burner.
Even though the person sitting quietly beneath the weeping crabapple tree was not consciously projecting any coercion, it was still enough to make one acutely feel his aloofness and detachment from the world.
Jiang Ying felt no fear toward him, only a sudden, creeping sense of anxiety—Qi Condensation still fell far too short compared to the Golden Core Stage! When on earth would she ever cultivate to the Golden Core Stage?
Chapter 113