Medicine Capital.
Su Ye and the Witch had parted ways and arrived separately in the Medicine Capital, this dangerous place that was about to be engulfed in a storm.
"Why have you come?"
The void rippled, and a hazy figure appeared. It was Ancient Double-Pupil Woman Jiang Qinghuang. In a solemn voice, she said, "You should know that this place is dangerous. It's destined to become a battleground for countless powerful figures."
"I know. But aren't you here?"
Su Ye said with a smile, then stepped forward and entered the illusory space. Crossing endless expanses of space, he arrived at a secret place where hazy radiance steamed and Auspicious Mist curled through the air.
Jiang Qinghuang's true body was sitting cross-legged atop a lotus, runes swirling around her as the Dao's rhythm flowed. She looked incomparably holy. Opening her eyes, she fixed her deep gaze on Su Ye. Endless Dao runes filled them, as if she could see through everything.
Su Ye looked at Jiang Qinghuang. She had peerless bearing, stunning beauty, and an otherworldly grace. In terms of looks, she was no less beautiful than the Witch or Yue Chan. Her figure was equally impressive, tall and graceful, with breathtaking curves.
If one hundred points was a perfect score, the War Goddess and Xia Youyu would score ninety-one, Huo Ling'er ninety-three, the Witch, Yue Chan, and Meng Lian ninety-five, and Jiang Qinghuang ninety-seven. Liu Yi would be the one to score ninety-nine.
He couldn't help blurting out, "You're beautiful."
Jiang Qinghuang paused. She had thought he'd come with something important to discuss, but she hadn't expected him to say that as soon as he arrived. She felt a little pleased, though her expression didn't change. "You still haven't told me why you came."
"I came to ask for protection.