The Saint Emperor Descends upon the Four Symbols Realm; Everything Is Ready but the East Wind

Aunt Xiang jolted awake and rolled over, her hands already forming seals.

Who was this?

When had he entered, how long had he stayed, and what was he after? How had I failed to notice anything at all...

Her spiritual senses blossomed outward, yet the room's spirit array showed no signs whatsoever of having been breached or even deciphered by external force.

But as those spiritual senses swept over the room, Aunt Xiang suddenly discovered—

Other than seeing the person before her with her naked eyes, when her spiritual senses swept over him, she had nearly failed to notice his existence.

What level of breath-concealing art was this? Aunt Xiang was horrified, but her hands did not strike down. She did not summon the beast that could save her life, instead saying darkly, "My dear Young Master Xu, could you make a sound before entering?"

"Breaking into a woman's bedchamber like this is truly very, not, po, lite!"

Aunt Xiang stared at the unfamiliar male face before her, clutching the bedding tightly over her chest, her peach-blossom eyes full of reproach.

Able to silently decipher the spirit array...

Able to avoid her notice...

And bold enough to enter this room alone...

After thinking it over, other than that lawless Xu Xiaoshou, who else would dare do such a thing?

—Even when Dao Qiongchang came to Quiet Osmanthus Pavilion to see her, he had to knock first and ask, "Are you there?"

Still, they had not seen each other for only a day. Why did Xu Xiaoshou seem to have evolved again? What preparations had he made? "I merely wanted to see how alert our Aunt Xiang would be with a great battle looming overhead."

"Who would have thought that after waiting here for nearly half a quarter-hour, you'd still be