As soon as Su Yi entered the courtyard, the red-clad Qing Wan floated out of his room.

“Mystic Master, while you were out of the house, a large group of people hid outside the courtyard, all of them armed and ready for battle. They all radiated dense bloodlust; it was terrifying!” Her fair features revealed lingering shock and terror. She looked tense as could be; she’d clearly been scared senseless. 

“Where are they?” Su Yi narrowed his eyes.

Qing Wan stuck out her tongue, then said with an air of celebration, “Uh…. I don’t know why, but they left already.” 

Su Yi furrowed his brow. “Come inside, then tell me what happened in more detail.” He then walked in ahead of her.

“Oh! Okay.” Qing Wan hurried after him.

Who knew why, but after Su Yi returned to the courtyard, she felt much calmer, as if she’d found her rock.

Although she was still meek, timid, and reverent whenever she faced Su Yi, having him around was still better than being scared on her own.

Soon, a lamp illuminated the room, dispelling the darkness and bringing them warmth.

Qing Wan hovered not far from Su Yi, wincing. Her snowy white feet were bare, and her delicate little toes clenched and unclenched re...