The bead’s glow becomes brighter and hotter. Gradually, it changes into a piping hot little sun, hanging on Lin Luoran’s wrist.

“Foolish kid…” A sigh comes from the ethereal mountain of immortals at the end of the earth. The voice sounds old and desolate. It disappears within a blink of an eye, but still bears the temperament of reincarnation.

Lin Luoran is passed out. She certainly doesn’t hear the voice. In fact, even she is awake, the huge gap ...