Chapter 4320 — Loss of Composure
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Compared with the delighted surprise Wei Zhao had felt upon first seeing her, the wild joy in Wang Xinyan's heart now was far greater still. This immortal maiden, universally acknowledged across the High-Overlooking Sea Region as one of the Three Fairies, never lost her composure before outsiders—but at this very moment, she truly could not control herself.
Wei Zhao, too, had never stopped thinking of Wang Xinyan, but she was hardly the only beauty he had to worry about. Wang Xinyan was different, though: over the past year and more, Wei Zhao's figure had appeared before her eyes almost every single day—only ever in her dreams.
What one thinks of by day, one dreams of by night. Over the past year and more, she had thought of Wei Zhao every single day, wondering where he had gone, whether he was well, whether he had suffered any injustice.
More than once, Wang Xinyan had even been impulsively tempted to leave Morning Star Academy and search for Wei Zhao across all five Cloud-Tier Islands if she had to. But every time, her master, the Holy Nun of the East Sea, had stopped her.
Without strength, one could not take a single step on the Cloud-Tier Islands, let alone go searching for someone everywhere—those had been the Holy Nun's exact words of dissuasion. So Wang Xinyan began to cultivate diligently. She who had never been fixated on power now, over this past year and more, became more diligent and hardworking than anyone.
The Sponge Constitution was, by nature, like a sponge soaking up water—a superb constitution for rapidly boosting one's strength. Combined with the Holy Nun of the East Sea's one-on-one guidance and cultivation resources, and with Wang Xinyan's frantic, ceaseless days and nights of bitter training, she had managed in just one short year to leap all the way from Heaven-Tier Great Perfection to the early Nascent Soul realm.
While setting a legend in the cultivation world, this also stood as solid proof of Wang Xinyan's undying devotion to Wei Zhao. Had she not missed him to this degree, there would be no Wang Xinyan of today.
"Yan'er, what's wrong?" the Holy Nun of the East Sea suddenly turned and asked. Wang Xinyan might be deliberately trying to hide it—others unfamiliar with her might truly not notice—but she could not fool her master, who saw her every day. After all, the unsettled look on Wang Xinyan's face right now was plainly different from how she usually behaved.
"N-nothing..." Wang Xinyan hurriedly shook her head, then on a flash of inspiration made up an excuse: "I think maybe while I was cultivating just now, my true qi went a little astray. I'm a bit uncomfortable."
"Really?" The Holy Nun of the East Sea had no particular doubt. She knew about the Sponge Constitution—progress in cultivation came extremely fast, but a single careless moment could indeed easily cause problems. She at once took Wang Xinyan's wrist and, not daring to be negligent, carefully examined her.
A moment later, the Holy Nun of the East Sea looked somewhat puzzled, but she still breathed a sigh of relief and comforted her: "Thank goodness, there's no sign of damage to your meridians. It shouldn't be anything serious. Yan'er, just rest well for a while. Or why don't you go back to the inn first? There's nothing for you to do here anyway."
"Thank you, Master, but your disciple would rather stay here. After all, this is a major event for our academy—it wouldn't do for me to absent myself on my own. Besides, it's nothing serious; sitting here is rest enough." Wang Xinyan hurriedly shook her head. She had finally gotten to see Wei Zhao—how could she leave now? (To be continued) R466