The middle-aged man who called himself Pu Huai said vacantly, “Ruo Huan is the most dazzling genius of the Purple Moon Foxes’ younger generation, as well as one of the candidates most likely to become the next holy maiden.

Su Yi looked thoughtful.

Back in the Great Qin’s Cloud Terrace Assembly, the Holy Son Qing Yuan of the Holy Church of the Caterpillar appeared, accompanied by a young woman called Ruo Huan.

The moment he laid eyes on her, Su Yi recognized her as a descendant of the Purple Moon Foxes. She had their distinctive talent, Intoxicating Fragrance Bone Corrosion.

However, she was extremely alert, and the moment she realized something was amiss, she fled.

Su Yi still remembered that, as she fled, she said that the next time they met, they’d have to see which of them was superior when it came to mastery of the Grand Dao.

Only now did he realize that Ruo Huan was from the same race as Xia Qingyuan’s mother!

That was interesting.

Why had Ruo Huan appeared in the Great Qin?

Was she perhaps targeting him?

Su Yi was just about to ask when a sigh echoed throughout the courtyard.

“Fellow Daoist, that man came here on my account. If possible, might...