Zi Mei was among the first people in the Taixia Ancient Mine to come into contact with Yi Yun. She still remembered how Yi Yun had looked when he first came to her Purple Light Hall to collect his Crude Ore wages—a complete novice who knew nothing at all. Not only had he looked weak, but he had also spoken timidly and submissively.
Based on Zi Mei's experience, disciples like Yi Yun were easily bullied, and their chances of falling were relatively high.
But looking at Yi Yun now, a single sword strike had killed two Ghost Kings. Saying that he was a completely different person from the Yi Yun of the past was not enough to describe it.
"Big Sister Zi, are you all right?"
A slightly younger-looking woman flew over to Zi Mei and hurriedly took out a small bottle of pills for her to swallow. She was Zi Mei's junior sister. She had originally thought that both of them would perish here, but they had unexpectedly found a way out of certain death.
"He is... from your Purple Light Hall?" The woman looked toward Yi Yun, only to see that he did not stop. He had already flown toward the two Ghost Kings.
Zi Mei gave a bitter smile. "I suppose so. In the past, he was considered my subordinate, but now, I can't even reach his level."
If Yi Yun continued to remain in Taixia, his status might be second only to the Grand Elders.
As Zi Mei spoke, a dragon's roar rang out in the sky. Another Ghost King was cleaved apart by Yi Yun's sword, and the surging power of his blood and qi directly steamed the Ghost King's soul body dry!
How powerful did one's blood and qi have to be to steam