Xia Qingyuan spent most of her time at the place where the Space Sacred Mountain was, training. However, at that moment, she was standing on top of one of the mountains there, staring blankly at the vista before her.
She had spent her many years training diligently, chasing after her father's footsteps, trying to be able to succeed her father's will. Her mindset for training had always been solid and firm. She had always been extremely disciplined and spent minimal time thinking about things that had little to do with training. Yet, currently, she was in a dazed state, and her emotions were somewhat unstable. Such an emotional state should not have happened, yet there was no doubt that it had happened.
Xia Qingyuan closed her eyes and steadied her breathing, trying her very best to recompose herself and fend off the unnecessary thoughts. Wind blew from far away at that moment. Xia Qingyuan closed her eyes, and her eyebrows twitched. She looked rather cold.