One month later.
The Divine Sense fluctuations within Duan Shuang's cave abode finally settled completely, becoming rounded and full, vast and unfathomable.
The stone gate of the cave abode slowly opened, and Duan Shuang, in a moon-white Daoist robe, her figure even lighter and more graceful, her bearing tinged with a sharper, deeper chill, stepped out with unhurried elegance.
Brilliance glowed in her eyes; it was obvious this breakthrough had yielded tremendous gains.
At a glance, Duan Shuang saw Xu Ping standing in the hall with a smile. Her snowy, ice-cold features at once blossomed into a bright smile from the heart, like spring flowers bursting into bloom.
"Xu Lang."
"Congratulations, Shuang'Er. Your Divine Sense has broken through; the Great Dao is within reach." Xu Ping's lips curved, his eyes filled with heartfelt appreciation.
"All of this is thanks to Xu Lang."
