Su Yi swept his gaze across the crowd, then focused on the distant spectator stands.0

He recognized Lu Qingmei at a glance. She looked just as Yi Daoxuan remembered her: dressed in wide-sleeved, white raiment, with her long, black hair tied up. She looked young and beautiful, with skin as fair and smooth as jade, and her bright eyes sparkled like stars.0

She sat there casually, her petite frame emanating heart-palpitating, imposing majesty. She was like a lofty empress presiding over the nine heavens and gazing down upon the masses with pride.0

Su Yi knew that she was far more than just a pretty face. She was crafty and volatile; there was no way to tell what she was thinking.0

Yi Daoxuan had once been close to her. How staunch and unyielding of a man was he? Yet she’d almost managed to kill him during dual cultivation.0

It was obvious how skilled Lu Qingmei was at hiding her true feelings.0

Su Yi could tell that Lu Qingmei was looking at him. For a moment, he even caught a clear glimpse of some inscrutable emotion in the depths of her gaze.0

Su Yi’s eyes were calm and clear. He took all of this in, then naturally shifted his...0