Li Qingyun's tone was somewhat stern.
Jade Pure's main body was clear, subtle, and true, rather serious and detached—perfect for "remotely guiding" Cheng Tangyin through her trials and transformation.
Cheng Tangyin's nature was too gentle and yielding, even somewhat weak. That was the flaw of someone who had never experienced great terror and hardship.
Beneath the dim shadows of the Sacred Hall, Cheng Tangyin's delicate body gave a slight shudder, as if she had realized she was making a mistake.
She forced a stern expression onto her face and rebuked the black-robed woman, "Stand down! Do I, the Young Master, need a maid from a side branch to teach me how to conduct myself?"
The black-robed woman froze slightly and looked up at the jade-like, crimson beauty in the shadows—a face so lovely that even she felt a touch of jealousy. She clearly had not expected the Young Master to turn hostile so suddenly.
"Hmph! Why aren't you leading the way?"
Cheng Tangyin snorted coldly, her beautiful face frosty as she berated the black-robed woman.
The other woman immediately did not dare say another word and obediently led the way ahead.
She had heard that the Young Master had been ruthlessly suppressed by that invincible Quasi-Saint seedling of the Abyss Clan during the battle for the Supreme Vacuum's great opportunity, and had even suffered some bloodline karma secret art, leaving almost all her cultivation scattered.
The fact that she had managed to seize a body and return was already a blessing from heaven. Losing some memories was perfectly normal.
Still, the true blood of the Sacred Hall Clan was ultimately older and nobler than that of their Abyss Clan!
"Good, good..."
Watching the fire from across the river, Li Qingyun saw Cheng Tangyin finally become cool and sharp, and could