Su Yi said, “Who knows how many eyes are watching this Pinewind Villa as we speak? Aren’t you afraid they’ll misunderstand?”

Yue Shichan said softly, “Fellow Daoist, you dared come here on your own. All I’ve done is come here to see you. Besides, what need is there to fear others’ criticism?

Su Yi smiled. This woman is rather interesting. 

He gestured to a stone bench off to the side. “Sit.”

But Yue Shichan refused. “I’ve already seen you, so it’s time for me to leave. Right, I’m rather looking forward to your battle with Su Hongli on the fourth.”

With that, she disappeared in a flash, like a streak of illusory flowing light.

Su Yi arched his brow. He dared say with certainty that Yue Shichan really had just come to “see” him, and that she had no other goal.

After she left, Su Yi sank into thought. 

Earlier, he’d sensed a downright unfathomable aura emanating from the ancient sword on Yue Shichan’s back.

It wasn’t some terrifying power, nor did it seem like some type of mysterious treasure. Rather, it seemed like a living thing.

Could it be that her ancient sword hides a sword spirit? Su Yi stroked his jaw, a hint of regret in his eyes.

Yue Shichan had no enmity...