Outside of the Song of the Sandy Creek.

The lanterns illuminated the streets, which were still bustling with human traffic.

“That Madam Rou actually rather understands the bounds of good behavior.” Su Yi glanced at Yuan Heng, who was entirely unharmed, without a single hair out of place.

“I worried you again, Master,” said Yuan Heng, looking ashamed.

“With your cultivation, how could you be a match for a Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivator?” said Su Yi with a dismissive wave. “Never mind that. Let’s go find Miss Bai.”

He took out the Rhinoceros Horn Talisman, sensed it briefly, then proceeded into the distance. His steps seemed unhurried, but in truth, he was moving very quickly. Before long, both he and Yuan Heng disappeared into the vast sea of people.

Crunch!

In a shadowy corner of an alleyway not far from the Song of the Sandy Creek, a crisp cracking noise rang out.

An elderly Daoist gasped, and his eyes widened as he stared intently at the fragmented black turtle shell in his hands. His heart and mind shook.

“Just who the hell is that kid? Isn’t his natal horoscope a bit too hard to see through!?” 

The elderly Daoist looked dazed, and his fingers quivered.

Were Su Yi here, he’d...