Bai Wenqing trembled beneath Su Yi’s gaze, then bowed. “Fellow Daoist, an opportunity to follow you and work by your side is a blessing I could only dream of.”

Her voice carried unconcealed eagerness and excitement.

Su Yi nodded. “On the road ahead, have Yuan Heng tell you what rules you’ll have to obey if you’re going to follow me.”

Yuan Heng was initially tense and on edge, but now, he felt as if flowers were blooming in his heart. He was instantly excited, and he nodded repeatedly. “Master, rest assured. Leave this to me.”

When Ling Yunhe saw this, he couldn’t help but sigh to himself. Yuan Heng and Bai Wenqing are just yao cultivators, but since they’re fortunate enough to follow Su Yi, their prospects are sure to be bright!

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Su Yi didn’t plan to waste any more time.

The group promptly left Cold Emerald Valley and flew over the Cloud Python Mountains and into the distance.

The other side of the mountains was the Great Xia’s southern territory, the Southern Skies Province. 

This was the southernmost of the Great Xia’s thirteen provinces, and it covered a vast territory. It was home to around a dozen factions of cultivators, as well as over one hundred cities.

Earlier, the factions that...