Su Yi and his companions were stunned. They then saw a tall, stalwart figure in indigo stride through the skies. As he approached, his wind-and-flame-marked robes billowed around him, and his aura surged into the heavens.

This was the imposing might of the Spiritual Manifestation Realm; even the wind and clouds changed color.

“Daoist Master Miaohong!”

Zhang Yuntao’s pupils constricted. He recognized this prominent expert of the Qingyi Dao Sect at a glance.

It was one of the Great Xia’s four peak-level orthodoxies, yet Daoist Master Miaohong was ranked third amongst its inner-sect elders. There was no need to explain how lofty this position was or how solid his cultivation must be.

It was just that Zhang Yuntao would never have guessed someone like him would appear here now, much less that he’d proclaim his intentions to cut down Su Yi!

Daoist Master Miaohong!

Wen Xinzhao recognized him too, and the look on her beautiful face shifted. He was obviously here with ill intentions!

“Ah? So you’re Madam Miaohua’s older brother?” exclaimed Qing Ya.

Back on the Great Chu’s Billowing Sky River, Su Yi cut down Madam Miaohua and an entire group of cultivators from the Great Chu. At the time, Ling Yunhe mentioned Madam Miaohua’s elder brother—Daoist Master Miaohong of the Qingyi Dao Sect, a mighty Spiritual...