The skies grew darker and darker.

Outside the ruined temple, the night was dark as ink, silent save for intermittent howls of distant wild beasts. Occasionally, strange, terrifying cries rang out, as if the ghosts were maliciously conversing amongst themselves.

The campfire illuminated the great hall, the flames crackling audibly.

When they got some unexpected answers out of Su Yi, Yuan Luoxi couldn’t help but recall something Xiao Tianque had said to her father during his time as their guest.

“That lofty expert looks young, but he has miraculous skill, like an immortal of legend. He’s beyond the comprehension of someone like me!”

At the time, her father, Yuan Wutong, had been curious about this mysterious expert’s identity too.

But Xiao Tianque guarded the secret closely. He merely smiled, shook his head, and said no more on the subject.

It was due to this very secretiveness that the “mysterious expert” who'd saved Xiao Tianque left such a deep impression on Yuan Luoxi.

During their expedition to Guangling City, she actually planned to test her luck and see if she could find the expert Xiao Tianque respected so deeply.

Who would have guessed that although she did in fact find him, she’d only realize...