Meanwhile, in the void pocket, Liu Meiyun, Xu Qianghua's mother, sat comfortably in her luxurious palace.
The palace was made of shimmering materials that radiated a warm glow. If discovered, every material used here could spark wars.
Each material was among the rarest in the void, enhancing the cultivators who came into contact with it, making them all the more desirable.
The palace was lavishly decorated with ancient treasures, delicate ornaments, and an unmistakable air of authority.
But right now, Liu Meiyun was preoccupied with an important task—searching for potential wives for her son.
Liu Meiyun leaned back on a velvet couch, casually flipping through an infinite catalog of potential daughters-in-law.
Floating images of young cultivators glided past her, each with detailed profiles listing their backgrounds, cultivation levels, and family histories.
Her sharp, experienced eyes moved from one profile to another, clearly unimpressed with most of them.
