This Female Immortal Is Quite Powerful

Early morning.

The first rays of dawn spilled across the entrance to Cloudmist Mountain.

A young girl of sixteen or seventeen sat with her chin cupped in her hands atop a stone that shimmered with verdant light. She was dressed in a pale yellow celestial robe, her jade-like arms draped in a white shawl embroidered with golden patterns. Her eyes, clear and bright as autumn water, trembled ever so slightly with emotion—her beauty was so fresh and spirited it was enough to steal the breath.

Circling beside her was a small white snake, its body adorned with two delicate wings. Astonishingly, it spoke in human tongue.

“Why aren’t you going in? What’s weighing on your mind, just sitting here?”

The girl cast a sidelong glance at the snake and sighed deeply. “How long has the Immortal Lord Fengyang been dead?”

The little snake flicked its tongue, replying, “Didn’t you say so yourself? Over three hundred years.”

“Over three hundred years… then his son should be at least that old by now.”

“Naturally. Otherwise, how could he be his son?”

The girl rolled her eyes at the snake. “Three hundred years old—surely he must be at least an elder or a master in the Clear Ripple Sect by now.”

“He ought to be a peak lord, at the very least. The son of Immortal Lord Fengyang couldn’t possibly amount to so little.” The white snake tilted its head, pondering, then added, “With such a bloodline, perhaps he’s long since left the Clear Ripple Sect and ascended to the upper realms for further cultivation. Who can say?”

Hearing this, the