Previously, Su Yi had been sizing up that sloppy old fortune-teller.
When he heard Qing Wei's voice transmission, he could not help but be taken aback.
Chong Qi.
A demon Daoist Void Realm True Immortal who wished to become Dao Companions with Qing Wei, an Immortal Lord—he truly had the audacity born of lust.
Su Yi scrutinized the man for a moment and roughly understood.
Chong Qi carried an exceedingly obscure yet weighty aura. If nothing unexpected had happened, it ought to be the aura of the Kirin Bloodline!
The kirin was an ancient and powerful innate divine beast.
A qi was male.
A lin was female.
Yet the bloodline power on Chong Qi was clearly impure, revealing a strange, mixed aura.
Without question, he was not a descendant of a pure-blooded kirin. Otherwise, his bloodline power could not possibly be so muddled.
Su Yi came to a conclusion. This fellow wants to become Qing Wei's Dao Companion. It is probably not as simple as mere lust!
"Misfortune and fortune have no doors; people alone summon them. It is one thing if Your Excellency does not believe me, but why must you slander this old man?"
Behind the fortune-telling stall, the sloppy old man sighed mournfully, looking deeply aggrieved.
"Slander? Do you believe This Seat will kill you, you old swindler, right now?"
A flicker of Killing Intent flashed between Chong Qi's brows. His hair was bound beneath a crown, and he wore a jade robe as he abruptly raised his hand.
At that moment, the thin middle-aged man beside him said in a low voice, "Holy Son, Immortal Lord Qing Wei has arrived."
Chong Qi froze, then turned and saw that familiar graceful figure standing in the distance.
Though she wore a bamboo hat, her peerless bearing still made