The ninth floor of the House of Prosperity.

The Vast Desert Palace.

Zhou Zhili stood near the window, watching this play out. He looked away, a strange expression on his face.

“See? There’s no need for you to intervene. Su Yi got in on his own,” said Qing Jin languidly.

When Su Yi’s group first arrived at the House of Prosperity, Qing Jin just happened to spot them through the window.

The sight then drew Zhou Zhili’s attention too. He witnessed everything that happened by the House of Prosperity’s entryway.

“That servant is, after all, a low-level figure. He couldn’t possibly tell how incredible Su Yi is. And here I thought I could seize this opportunity to invite Su Yi to join us. I wouldn’t have guessed this would happen. Martial Aunt, you sure hit the nail on the head. Someone like him doesn’t need us to back him up at all,” lamented Zhou Zhili.

The prefectural governor of the Harmony Prefecture, Mu Zhongting, was there too.

He suddenly said, “I have an impression of that blue-robed youth. That day you disembarked from the tower ship, he looked at me from a distance. It seemed he realized who I was.”

Zhou Zhili was stunned.

Qing Jin thought about it, then said, “I doubt he knew who you were. It’s more likely that he could discern...