The white ape’s entire body went rigid, and his hair stood on end. He watched as Su Yi gazed at them from afar.

“The Pomegranate Flame Monarch?” asked Su Yi.

“Fellow Daoist, you recognize me?” The woman on the ape’s shoulders calmed her nerves. Her lips were red, her teeth were pearly white, and her features were delicate and beautiful. Even dressed like a man, she looked like a graceful young beauty.

Ordinarily speaking, those who saw her would never guess she was the Pomegranate Flame Monarch, the high elder of the Hiddensky Sect.

“Back in the Great Zhou, at Dragonbridge Station, I once slew a wisp of your soul hidden within a black civet. I naturally remember your aura,” said Su Yi. He descended, then approached, walking across the waves.

As he drew near, the ninety-foot ape’s hair stood on end. He was instantly on guard, as if a mighty foe were fast approaching.

The woman gently patted his head and whispered, “Don’t be afraid.”

She then glanced at the slowly approaching Su Yi. “Fellow Daoist, do you plan to keep me here too?”

Su Yi shook his head. “I simply don’t understand. I heard that you’d already returned to the Great Xia,...