Jiang Ping An, who had been playing chess, looked bewildered when he heard Miao Xia's words.
"Who is it?"
"Your own woman. How would I know?"
Miao Xia glared at Jiang Ping An sourly.
This bastard relied on his handsome looks and great strength to spread his charm everywhere and attract women.
Just as Jiang Ping An was about to go out and see who it was—he had never taken the initiative to provoke women outside—ripples suddenly spread through the surrounding space, and a woman quietly appeared in the room.
Her skin was as smooth as congealed cream, carrying a faint sheen, like moonlight cast upon snow—cool and gentle. Her brows were like distant mountains, slightly raised, bearing an aloofness untouched by the dust of the mortal world. Her eyes resembled autumn waters, deep and clear, as though they could see through every illusion in the world.
She wore a plain white gown that fluttered lightly in the wind, its hem embroidered with pale golden drifting-cloud patterns, as if the rosy clouds of the horizon had been woven into her sleeves.
At the sight of this woman, surprise immediately appeared on Jiang Ping An's calm face. He rose at once and cupped his fists in salute.
"Senior Yun Yao!"
After entering the Immortal Realm, the person who had helped him the most was Yun Yao.
Whether it was the Devouring Heaven Demon Scripture, the Weapon Enhancement Technique, forging methods, or the Divine Speed Rune, all of them had laid the foundation for his cultivation in the Immortal Realm.
Without Yun Yao's help, he could never have achieved what he had today. He might even have fallen long ago.
He was deeply grateful to and respectful of Yun Yao.
Yun Yao raised a hand, took out a Storage Bracelet, and tossed