Some time passed before Daoist Master Coldsmoke came to her senses. “So, you possess such unbelievable power at such a tender age? It seems I underestimated you, my young friend.”

Her voice was still soft and pleasing to the ear, but how could Su Yi miss the insincerity in her tone?

He laughed but didn’t explain any further.

This was just the way of the world. When you said something beyond the bounds of another’s comprehension, they were sure to be skeptical. It could even lead to misunderstandings.

Only those who truly understood you would believe you.

This wasn’t an insult. It was a fundamental difference in her perception of reality.

Wen Xinzhao, however, reacted entirely differently. The Little Sword Demon’s eyes lit up, and when she spoke, she sounded enlightened. “No wonder you didn’t participate in the Orchid Terrace Dharma Assembly. If I had such power, I would find it boring too.”

Her melodious voice was full of unconcealed admiration. This only made Daoist Master Coldsmoke’s expression stranger. It’s like he’s slipped her some kind of love potion. How can things...