Seven days later.
Crimson Dragon Dao Lord, whose features resembled those of a young girl, came to pay a visit.
She still wore plain cloth robes, her temperament tranquil and restrained.
She had come to seek Su Yi's guidance and have her doubts resolved.
Su Yi lounged comfortably in a rattan chair, squinting in the sunlight.
The girl sat on a small stool to one side, earnestly voicing her questions one after another.
Su Yi answered each of them in turn.
They made no effort to conceal their conversation. Curious, the young Fang Han could not help but stand nearby and listen.
Yet the more he listened, the more muddled he became. His state of mind grew increasingly bewildered, and at times his heart even pounded in alarm, leaving him seemingly dazed and witless.
Seeing this, Qing Wei hastily pulled Fang Han aside, shielding his six senses and rousing his mind.
Once the youth regained consciousness, cold sweat streamed down his body, and his face was filled with lingering fear.
Qing Wei reminded him, "Such mysteries of the Great Dao involve cultivation secrets at the Immortal King level. Not to mention you—even I would be unable to endure listening to them. At best, I would suffer qi deviation; at worst, my state of mind would collapse, and all my cultivation would cascade downhill."
Fang Han sucked in a sharp breath and could not help asking, "But didn't you say he has yet to step onto the Immortal Dao? How can he instruct an Immortal King and resolve her doubts?"
Though the youth had witnessed many of Su Yi's inconceivable methods, he remained deeply guarded. He was even unwilling to address Su Yi as Senior, referring to him only as "he."
Even Qing Wei could not change that. Moreover, Su Yi