Cheng Wuyong grinned as he watched this play out, but when he sensed that Su Yi didn’t seem interested, he hurriedly changed the subject. “According to Zhang Yiren, there’s a mysterious VIP guest aboard the tower ship. He’s currently staying in the first pavilion.”

“Who is it?” asked Yuan Luoxi curiously.

“Zhang Yiren wasn’t sure either. He just knows that Chen Zheng, the Spiritmartial Marquis, pulled some strings to get him on board. He suspects he’s the son of some noble family. Although he only has four guards with him, every one of them has a cultivation in the Qi Accumulation Realm.” 

Yuan Luoxi’s beautiful eyes were suddenly serious. “He’s sure traveling in style. I’m afraid that even in the Jade Capital, only scions of peak-level clans and factions can enjoy such treatment.”

“No, that’s not all there is to this young noble. He also has a woman with him, and although she’s only seventeen or eighteen, Zhang Yiren, a late-stage Qi Accumulation expert, felt his heart shake facing her. According to him, it’s highly likely that she’s a Martial Dao Grandmaster!”

“What!?” exclaimed both Yuan Luoxi and Huang ...