A Strange Sense of Familiarity

An Unexplained Sense of Familiarity

When Su Youwei walked out of the teahouse, the seven-colored pillar of light above Flowing Cloud Ferry was still continuously surging.

That wisp of Chaos Qi still lingered all around Yao Yao, faint like a layer of extremely thin morning mist.

Yet the ten Divine Repositories inside Su Youwei's body began operating on their own, guided by this aura.

Yin-Yang Qi flowed through her meridians with unusual smoothness, so smoothly that it felt like a wanderer away from home for many years suddenly caught the scent of their hometown.

This feeling was very strange.

Su Youwei had cultivated for over a decade, and she had never felt such a sense of closeness to anyone's aura.

The aura on Master Luo Ling made her feel awe, and the Source Qi fluctuations of the many senior sisters in Luo God Palace made her feel at ease.

Yet closeness... this feeling of something deep within the cultivation technique she practiced being awakened was a first.

Her footsteps paused for a moment, and then she stepped forward to walk toward Yao Yao.

Most of the people on Flowing Cloud Ferry's dock had already scattered.

Those with timid hearts had run away long ago, and those with bold hearts had all swarmed toward the northern ruins along with the factions' contingents.

Only a few low-cultivation rogue cultivators remained, huddled in the corners and peeking over, wanting to take another look at the barefoot maiden.

"Look, look, someone is going over there."

A green-robed rogue cultivator squatting at the entrance of the teahouse tugged on his companion's sleeve.

His companion squinted for a moment. "Are those disciples of Luo God Palace?"

"For a female disciple of Luo God Palace to have this kind of bearing, I'm afraid she's no ordinary disciple."