When he heard Yue Shichan’s name, the image of a picturesque beauty, as pretty as a fairy or an immortal, dressed in white with an ancient sword strapped to her back, rose unbidden in Su Yi’s mind. 

He still remembered their last meeting in the Jade Capital, when she invited him to travel with her to the Great Xia and participate in the Orchid Terrace Dharma Assembly.

Time flew; it had already been three months since then.

But then, Su Yi wasn’t at all surprised that Yue Shichan had become famous in the Great Xia.

From the moment he first laid eyes on her, Su Yi could see her talent and tell how firm her sword heart was. She was a rare, shocking genius, one in a million.

At the time, out of sheer love of talent, he even offered to guide Yue Shichan in her pursuit of the Dao.

Of course, at the time, Yue Shichan refused him, saying she needed “time to think it over.”

Still, that did nothing to reduce Su Yi’s admiration for her.

As a sword cultivator, it was hard for Su Yi to avoid having a special fondness for those who, like Yue Shichan, shared his obsession with the blade.

When she saw Yuan Heng glance at Su Yi, Qing Ya couldn’t help but feel curious. “Big Brother Yuan Heng, don’t tell me you...