A Fine Young Man! A Promising Seedling of Our Righteous Path

"Hold it!" A sharp shout drew everyone's attention.

Meng Wuyan, deputy peak lord of Violet Thunder Peak, took a step forward with his Cloud Body Avatar. A flash of lightning vanished from his narrow violet eyes.

A smile rested on his lips. "Gentlemen, your lofty arguments have linked together ring by ring. Yet there is one person who far surpasses Wen Ruanyu, Duanmu Zhang, Qin De, and Zhong Dao."

"She is the most crucial figure in the entire affair of White Paper Immortal City."

Tuoba Huang snorted out a blast of scorching breath, his brows tightly furrowed. "Stop beating around the bush. Who is it?"

He was already impatient.

Everyone's gazes were like needles, all of them nailed to Meng Wuyan's face.

Though urged on, Meng Wuyan still maintained his own pace. Slowly spreading his palm, he let Cloud Qi churn and surge, bearing up several phantoms:

An ancient jade slip bound with black silk, its surface covered in cracks yet emanating a faint gleam steeped in the years.

A tiny and exquisite infant's rattle woven from the core of blood-marrow vines, its clapper unexpectedly a tearstone condensed with innate pure qi.

And a yellowed, incomplete page from a local chronicle, its edges scorched black and its writing blurred. Upon it, the eight words, "Meng clan infant girl, orphan entrusted to drifting clouds," bore ink stains like spilled blood!

Tuoba Huang's expression grew increasingly impatient. Just as he was about to berate him, Meng Wuyan finally enunciated the key figure's name, word by word: "That person is Meng. Yao. Yin."

The entire hall fell silent.

Tuoba Huang froze for a moment, then asked in return, "Could it be that this Meng Yaoyin did not die? Is she still alive?"

A sorrowful look appeared on Meng Wuyan's face. He slowly shook