The moment Daoist Yellow Dragon emerged from the woods, his gaze fell on Feng Xiu. He looked him up and down, a flicker of surprise passing through his cloudy old eyes.
"Young Master Feng, your vital blood is remarkably dense."
He then looked at the woman in red and Su Wantang, his brows drawing together slightly as though trying to identify something.
"Yin-Yang Soul Division... I never thought such an art truly existed in this world." He let out a soft sigh.
The woman in red raised her willow brows, staring at Daoist Yellow Dragon warily.
"Heroine, might you spare them?" Daoist Yellow Dragon cupped his hands toward the woman in red.
The woman in red gave a cold laugh. "Spare her?"
"Heroine, now that the White Fox Envoy has emerged from seclusion, if you do not go to Qing Province now, when will you?"
Daoist Yellow Dragon was exceedingly earnest. Seeing the chill in her expression deepen, he smiled and added, "The Embroidered Uniform Directorate will soon arrive in Qing Province. Heroine, you ought to consider this carefully~"
The woman in red's face changed.
Yet before she could respond, Jiaojiao had no such reservations. She took the iron hat from her head.
Holding it in both hands, her little face flushed red as she hurled it with all her strength.
The iron hat flew out crookedly, spun twice in midair, then fell to the ground with a plop.
Jiaojiao's little face crumpled as she stamped her foot. "Grandpa, it won't listen to me."
Daoist Yellow Dragon shook his head helplessly. "I told you to practice properly, but you insisted on slacking off. Embarrassed yourself now, haven't you?"
"What scruffy Taoist dares to prattle nonsense about my master's affairs!"
The woman in red suppressed her thoughts. Her figure vanished strangely