Though Xu Yi hadn't spoken words of love, his words nearly melted Yan Zi's heart. She clutched the Sumeru Ring tightly and nodded hard. "Yan Zi won't disappoint Young Master. I only hope that one day, when I've made enough progress in my cultivation, I'll be able to help you."
Xu Yi smiled. "That would be wonderful. I'm looking forward to Fairy Yan becoming a master cultivator. Then one day, I'll be able to march beneath Fairy Yan's banner, unfurl it, and send demons fleeing in every direction."
Yan Zi smiled sweetly, her bright eyes shining. All at once, she felt a hundred times more courage and hope.
After seeing Yan Zi off, Xu Yi finally felt at ease. With this, he had all but secured his rear.
He had been almost obsessively careful to ensure Zhao Wuliang maintained an independent, quiet cultivation environment for Yan Zi. He feared that something might go wrong on his trip to the Heavenly God Hall, and that his hidden identity might be exposed.
If that happened, the Yun and Yu families would never let matters rest. What followed would be a vicious retaliation by any means necessary.
He wasn't worried about anything else; Yan Zi was his greatest concern. Even if the Yun and Yu families probably wouldn't set their sights on her, he wasn't willing to take that risk.
After all, back in the Great Yue realm, the Ghost Master had captured Yan Zi to threaten him. That was a lesson from the past. How could he let history repeat itself?
Once he had Yan Zi settled, he could deal with Yun Yewang and Yu Chaotian without holding back.
After seeing Yan Zi off, Xu Yi left Cold Sun Peak and headed straight for Bayi City.
Once word spread that the Holy