"What did that Young Master look like?"
The woman suddenly asked.
The gray-haired elder outside the pavilion hesitated before saying, "Around seventeen or eighteen, quite handsome, with cultivation at the Spirit Wheel Realm..."
Upon hearing this description, the woman could not help but freeze. A strange light flickered in her alluring eyes. She had vaguely guessed who the other party was!
After a brief thought, the woman said leisurely, "Go invite that Young Master over."
"This... would that not be inappropriate?"
The gray-clothed man seated opposite the woman frowned.
He was the chief steward of ZhiLiao Zhai, named Yun Rong.
"I am old acquaintances with that Young Master. If my guess is correct, he too has come to investigate the upheaval in the Bitter Sea."
The woman spoke calmly. "So, what do you find inappropriate?"
Though her words drifted lightly through the air, they brought Yun Rong an overwhelming pressure.
Drawing a deep breath, Yun Rong said in a solemn voice, "Go invite that Young Master over."
"Yes!"
The gray-haired elder accepted the order and hurried away.
The woman lifted her slender fingers to gather the dark-blue hair beside her ear, while inwardly pondering whether she should seize this chance to suppress him if it really was that fellow.
When Su Yi arrived before the pavilion with his hands clasped behind his back and an unhurried stride, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
Nether King!
At a single glance, he recognized that Ink Dress Girl—whose beauty could topple all living beings beneath heaven, yet whose bearing was as indifferent and cold as a god—as the Nether King!
When had this woman escaped from the Chaos Great Ruins?
Though Su Yi's expression remained as calm as ever, his heart turned grave.
"Daoist Su, why do I feel that fate itself ordained for you