As Pu Surong spoke, she led A’Leng and Ruo Huan into Azurecloud Court.

This time, she was accompanied by Pu Huai, the middle-aged man Su Yi had once defeated, as well as an elder.

The elder was thin and sickly looking, and he was dressed in gray. He carried a gourd on his back, and it was almost half his height, forcing him to hunch over.

When Su Yi saw the gourd, he couldn’t help but look thoughtful.

“Pu Surong, how dare you show your face here!?” the Xia Emperor bellowed in fury.

Pu Surong’s expression was tranquil, and she directly ignored him. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Su Yi. “Fellow Daoist Su, your combat prowess may be heaven-defying, and you might be capable of slaying this world’s Spiritual Revolution cultivators, but I’m sure you know even better than I do how they compare to others of their level.”

She paused, then added, “Besides, you only just underwent a grand battle. Even if you have strength left, you can’t necessarily stop me from leaving with my daughter.”

Her expression turned serious and determined. “So I hope you can take a step back and help mother and daughter reunite. I’ll remember...