Only after Yunxi was brought up into the clouds did she discover that the place was full of big shots, all of whom were looking at her with interest. Keeping her expression calm, she edged closer to True Lord Yufeng's side.
Rosy Cloud had already shrunk herself and settled back onto Yunxi's hair bun. The scene was filled with high-ranking human cultivators, with no room for her to show off. It was better to obediently remain her mistress's butterfly ornament.
True Lord Yufeng naturally noticed Yunxi's unease. He respectfully cupped his hands toward Haohui and bowed.
"Yufeng pays his respects to Old Ancestor Haohui!"
The moment Yunxi heard this, she knew he was Haoran Sect's Spirit Transformation Old Ancestor. She promptly cupped her hands and bowed as well.
"Wei Yunxi pays her respects to Old Ancestor Haohui."
Haohui waved a hand, lifting them both upright, then smiled at Yunxi.
"Girl, that brat Ruo Han gave you the Cold Frost Profound Ice Needle?"
Yunxi smiled faintly.
"Yes, Old Ancestor. Master bestowed this treasure upon this disciple for self-defense. Today was also Yunxi's first time using it. The Mysterious Ice Needle is immensely powerful, but it consumes quite a lot of Spiritual Qi and divine sense."
"You did well. What is yours, you must hold onto it. Whoever dares stretch out a claw, chop it off. This Old Ancestor will back you up."
Venerable Haohui said it casually.
Yunxi's eyes twitched. She knew those words were not only meant for her, but also for the other cultivators present. She immediately replied obediently.
"Yes. Yunxi will certainly not tarnish Haoran Sect's mighty name."
At the side, Zhao He had already brought Ye Yirui and Aunt Ran over to him. Ye Yirui's gaze remained fixed on Yunxi, the appraisal in her eyes utterly undisguised.