As he pondered, Su Yi suddenly recalled his appointment with the Spiritmartial Marquis, Chen Zheng.

Back in the Cloudriver Prefectural Capital, Chen Zheng once said that a month from now, the depths of the Bloodthistle Yao Mountain, one of the Eight Great Yao Mountains, would erupt with a beast tide. This only happened once a decade.

At the time, strange and shocking phenomena would appear deep within the mountains. Hundreds and thousands of divine rainbows would cover the skies, mingled with thunder and lightning. He suspected the mountains hid an enormous secret!

“Indeed, none of the Great Zhou’s Eight Great Yao Mountains are simple….” muttered Su Yi.

“In the future, should you be interested, I can accompany you to explore all eight, one by one,” said Ning Sihua, her lips curving into a smile. 

“We can talk about the future when it comes,” said Su Yi.

“Right, there was something else I wanted to let you know,” said Ning Sihua. “I’ve decided to have Wen Lingzhao cultivate alongside me.”

Su Yi was stunned; for a moment, he couldn’t quite figure out what she meant by this. After a while, he said, “She and I no longer have anything to do with each other. Why...