To Meditate and to Restrain Oneself from Wishful Thinking

The thirteen-floored Buddhist pagoda was very tall. Though, it was nothing to Shen Lian.

Within a few breaths, he walked up with Young Ruoxi – he actually went up, step by step.

His breath combined with that of Young Ruoxi, an adult and a child, to a certain extent had become one.

The space at the top of the pagoda was really small, and the windows were all left open. As Shen Lian appeared at the top of the pagoda, he was welcomed by a cold gaze.

The Empress was dressed in dragon robe and wore a crown on her head. She was facing the north, and a scene of endless mountains and rivers was behind of her.

Xiangji Temple was situated at the peak of a tall mountain, and the pagoda of the Xiangji Temple that they were at, it was the peak of the peak. It was a place where one could touch the sky and the clouds.