"You have chaos yin-yang spirit roots?"
Bai Yu looked Su Qingwei up and down, as if confirming something.
Su Qingwei nodded. Though this was one of her secrets, there was no need to hide it from Bai Yu.
After all, during Dao Sect's incorporation into the Feather Spirit Dynasty, Daoist Ziwei had already taken over her duties, gradually handing Dao Sect's authority to Xiao Rongrong.
As for her, she remained in the Soaring Sky Imperial Palace as the so-called "condition."
Even though Bai Yu had never brought up this condition, considering what he had said before and the reassurance he had given Shu Lichuo and the others, Su Qingwei was one of those who had chosen to stay of her own accord.
Everything came with a price.
This was a truth she had realized ever since she began cultivating.
Just as Dao Sect had given her the opportunity to cultivate, she had the responsibility to protect the sect. Every sip and every peck bore karma; only when yin and yang aided one another could there be balance.
Like the Taiji Diagram, Dao Sect being saved was white. Where there was white, there was black—and Su Qingwei was willing to bear that black herself.
Therefore, even if Bai Yu announced tomorrow that he was taking this most mysterious ancestor of Dao Sect as a consort, Su Qingwei would say nothing. She could even accept it easily.
Even though the gap between their cultivation levels was immense.
"What a coincidence. I have yin-yang spirit roots too, though their grade isn't high. I don't have an inborn opportunity like Miss Su's."
Bai Yu smiled. Among spirit roots, yin-yang spirit roots were inherently conflicting. The lower their grade, the fiercer the clash between yin and yang; correspondingly, the higher their grade, the more yin