As Meng Changyun pondered how the Summit of Cold Mountain was destined to become rivers of blood tonight.
Shang Qingping walked over.
"Young Master Shen, after thinking it over and over, I still have to thank you in person."
Shang Qingping's expression was solemn and earnest. "Once this Cold Mountain Night Banquet ends, I hope you can give me an opportunity to host a banquet and express my gratitude."
Her injuries had healed, and after refining the Supreme Yang Immortal Dew and the Profound Abyss Divine Nectar, her cultivation had improved further. She needed only a single opportunity to attain the Profound Unification Realm!
Su Yi said casually, "Cultivate well from now on. Do not squander the talent of your Nine Yin Profound Veins. That would be the best repayment you could give me."
Shang Qingping was taken aback. She always felt that Su Yi's words were rather abrupt, like the earnest instruction of an elder speaking from the heart.
Yao Xue could not help saying, "Qingping, the discussion and contest of the Dao is about to begin. Stop thinking about such things, lest they affect your state of mind."
"It's all right."
Shang Qingping said, "I just learned that the Blue Clan has invited a distinguished figure of special status tonight. They said the contest would begin only after that distinguished figure arrived."
Yao Xue asked curiously, "For even the Blue Clan to wait obediently, just what sort of background does that distinguished figure have?"
Shang Qingping shook her head. "I don't know."
Just then, a chilly voice rang out in the distance:
"Shang Qingping, so you were here!"
The crowd stirred, and many gazes turned toward the voice.
A woman in a goose-yellow gown was walking over from afar.
Everyone recognized her at once. She was none other