The Kunwu Mountain Ye Family!

Su Yi furrowed his brow as he suddenly recalled something.

His uncle, Ye Yunlan, had left not long ago, and he’d yet to return!

“Come in,” said Su Yi. As he spoke, he indicated for his companions to step away.

All of them considerately slipped off, save for the old blind man, who stood guard at Su Yi’s side.

Before long, the gate swung open, and a woman in gray walked in. Her face was ordinary at best, but her figure was unusually prideworthy.

She wore her long hair in a bun, and she had a black jade ruler strapped to her back. She walked with a sultry elegance, and as her eyes shifted, they inadvertently glinted with a unique sharpness.

There was no doubt about it. This was Ye Jinzhi.

“Greetings, Fellow Daoist Su.”

Ye Jinzhi walked up and subtly inclined her head in greeting, but it was obviously perfunctory. There were traces of smug pride in her expression. 

Her sense of superiority ran bone deep.

“What does the Ye Family wish to discuss with me?” asked Su Yi. 

He’d never liked pleasantries.

Ye Jinzhi stood with her...