The scene shifted.
Li Zhōujūn and Ye Qingxian had already left the ruins of Louyue Kingdom and arrived at the white jade stele where Li Zhōujūn had bid farewell to the Virtual-Real Sage.
The Virtual-Real Sage was still there.
"You haven't left yet?" Li Zhōujūn asked the Virtual-Real Sage in surprise.
"Wasn't I worried something might happen to you?" The Virtual-Real Sage smiled, then turned his gaze toward Ye Qingxian beside Li Zhōujūn. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Why does this girl look so familiar?"
"Old Mr. Virtual-Real, this humble girl is Ye Qingxian," Ye Qingxian said with a smile.
"Gasp!" The Virtual-Real Sage sucked in a cold breath. "You're Empress of the End's disciple, Ye Qingxian?!"
"That's right." Ye Qingxian nodded.
"How did you come to Louyue Kingdom too?" the Virtual-Real Sage asked.
"I came here to temper myself. I didn't expect to encounter the Eleventh Seat Demon God Remnant Soul. Fortunately, Senior Azure Emperor intervened and saved me. Otherwise, this humble girl would already have perished." Ye Qingxian gave a bitter laugh.
The Virtual-Real Sage looked at Li Zhōujūn and clicked his tongue in wonder. "Good lad, you're really popular with women. First, there was Xue Zhi, Saintess of the Kirin Clan, and now you've even gotten Empress of the End's disciple. Aren't you afraid Empress of the End will hunt you down?
"I hear Empress of the End is also someone who can exchange blows with the Thirteenth Throne of the Seventy-Two Demon God Halls."
Li Zhōujūn: "..."
Ye Qingxian: "..."
"Where's the fishing rod?" Li Zhōujūn asked the Virtual-Real Sage.
"The fishing rod?" The Virtual-Real Sage looked puzzled. "What fishing rod? What are you talking about? This old man doesn't understand. Oh, right, what happened to the Eleventh Seat Demon God Remnant Soul? Tell me about it.