Fairy Tianmeng was on a green mountain. Before this, she was trapped in a tactical formation. The person who set up this formation was brilliant. She only realized that she was trapped when she completely got caught up in it.
When she finally walked out of it, three days had passed.
For a cultivator like her, three days' time was just like a snap of fingers, a very brief moment.
However, these three days were very important to her.
What was scarier was that previously her heart and soul were being blinded and she did not even realize that time was passing and three days were gone just like that.
She nipped her finger and counted, realizing that the telepathy between Ruoxi and her became so insignificant.
Standing by a shallow stream, the water reflected her looks which were still the same as the past two hundred years. The relentlessness of the years that passed by was not seen on her body.