Although Su Yi had never concerned himself with the various monsters of the ancient era or geniuses of the present day, his memory wasn’t bad at all.

He naturally remembered Yan Jingyun.

He even remembered their first meeting, when Yan Jingyun took the initiative to greet him. He called himself a sword cultivator, and he'd even expressed great interest in sparring with Su Yi in the Dao of the Sword should the opportunity arise.

Of course, Su Yi had refused directly, saying that Yan Jingyun was unqualified. At the time, Yan Jingyun’s expression wasn’t at all pleasant, but he never said anything.

Now that he and Yan Jingyun met again, Su Yi discovered that he’d stepped into the Spiritual Manifestation Realm just as Jing Lingzhen had!

“In this world, there’s no shortage of things you wouldn’t guess,” said Su Yi casually.

Yan Jingyun couldn’t help but laugh. “Fellow Daoist Su, I see that you’re as proud and confident as ever.”

He paused, his gaze suddenly mocking. “I just wonder if you think I’m qualified to spar with you now?”

His tone was rife with mockery.

His bearing was much like Li Handeng’s had been. After stepping into the Spiritual...