Su Yi was already in the late-stage Spiritual Manifestation Realm.

His cultivation had grown by two small realms since defeating five Spiritual Revolution cultivators on the tenth day of the third month.

Both his cultivation base and his combat prowess had undergone a shocking transformation.

How could he possibly be interested in dueling a Spiritual Incarnation cultivator?

The way he saw it, such a duel was fundamentally dull.

Weng Jiu froze, stunned. “Fellow Daoist Su, Shen Suiyun is absolutely not just some ordinary person.”

He described Shen Suiyun’s legendary accomplishments, then said, “I can say with certainty that Shen Suiyun could defeat older-generation Spiritual Revolution cultivators like Huan Tianxu too!”

“Oh,” said Su Yi perfunctorily. His utter disinterest was readily apparent.

Weng Jiu rubbed his nose. “The nation’s cultivators are all debating which of you is stronger, but if you can’t be bothered to duel Shen Suiyun…”

He’d only just said this when a voice rang out beyond Azurecloud Court: “Shen Suiyun of Hidden Cloud Sword Mountain requests that Fellow Daoist...