It was windy on the peak, and the gusts spread the pungent, suffocating stench of blood.

The corpses’ tragic state was a terrifying sight.

In life, all of them had wielded vast authority and influence, enough to command the winds and rain with a mere gesture. Yet in death, they were nothing but bloodied corpses, no different from ordinary men.

Ning Sihua’s gaze swept across this bloody spectacle, and she sighed ruefully. “Fellow Daoist, with your Qi Accumulation cultivation, you drew upon the Grand Dao of heavens and earth and infused it into your Dao of the Sword. It’s truly unbelievable.”

Su Yi put away Guiding Mysteries, then said, “You didn’t just come here to watch the fight, did you?”

“Of course not,” said Ning Sihua directly. “The Cloudlight Marquis and I are here because we have something we wish to discuss with you.”

Su Yi shook his head. “Whatever it is, it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Why tomorrow?” Ning Sihua was stunned.

Su Yi gently patted his tummy. “Because I still haven’t eaten my breakfast.”

“.....” The crowd didn’t know what to say to that. All of them had assumed that if Su Yi refused Ning Sihua, he must have some other plans. That was why all of them had listened...