She was a young woman in pale purple clothing, and her black hair flowed like a waterfall. She was icy and aloof, with an innate coldness about her.

Wen Lingzhao.

She was once Su Yi’s nominal wife and Guangling City’s younger generation’s chosen daughter of heaven. She was once one of the most dazzling disciples of Heaven’s Origin Academy, and she’d attracted more talented, handsome admirers than she could count.

However, ever since Su Yi severed their marriage without the slightest politeness, she’d almost never entered his field of view.

Su Yi didn’t keep track of her business, either.

Occasionally, Wen Lingxue would mention that Wen Lingzhao had a guilty conscience over some of the things she’d done back then.

What did she feel guilty about? Su Yi knew, but he didn’t care.

It was just as he’d written on that line of text he gave her the day he ended their marriage: “Parting will be best for both of us, so let’s each seek happiness on our own.”

He wouldn’t have guessed she’d show up to tonight’s banquet of her own volition. Typically, wherever he appeared, she made a point of staying far away.

“What’s my sister doing here…?” Wen Lingxue...