Daoist Shuiyun's words weighed heavily on Jiang Li's heart like a thousand-pound jack.
It also flowed into her meridians like a clear spring, making her whole body feel transparent.
Indeed, ever since her awakening, she had been afraid of walking the predetermined path of her past life, so she had been very cautious most of the time.
But since fate had given her a chance to live another life, why not create more possibilities?
Her master seemed to have told her this before.
Back then, she didn't understand, but now everything seemed to be clear in a mystical sense.
Perhaps her master had long seen that she came from another world and hoped to guide her onto the right path through these destiny and mystery techniques?
Thinking of this, Jiang Li's gaze towards Shuiyun became hazy.
Her master was the benefactor in her fate. After many years of separation, seeing this face again felt particularly warm.
