At the same time, Su Yi noticed that as powerful as Qing Jin’s aura was, she was still only in the early stages of the Qi Accumulation Realm. It’s no wonder Cheng Wuyong mistook her for a seventeen-year-old Martial Dao Grandmaster. With a spiritual physique of that level, the realms of mundane martial artists are insufficient to describe her.

Of course, with the power of her spiritual physique, she unquestionably far surpassed mundane martial artists of the same cultivation!

When Qing Jin stepped onto the battlefield, the scholar and his followers’ expressions turned grim.

But then, the woman who’d just tried and failed to kill the purple-robed youth laughed coldly, “Sixth Highness, do you really think we’d carry out this operation without taking into account the most threatening member of your party?”

As she said this, she gazed into the crowd of guests who’d long since fled to the far end of the terrace. “Senior, please strike!”

Everyone instinctively glanced over.

Off in the distance, there was a disturbance among the crowd, and they quickly cleared a path. The only one who didn’t move was a man in hemp clothes.

His complexion was dark, and his temples were starting to gray. He carried a four-foot cloth bag on his back, but his...