"Xuan Li of the Divine Blood Sect?"
A flicker of surprise flashed through Song Wen's eyes.
Xuan Li's cold, stunning face immediately surfaced in his mind.
The chill emanating from Xuan Li differed from the aloofness of ordinary female cultivators. She was like an ancient glacier that would never melt—icy and lifeless, as though even one extra glance would freeze one's soul.
Such a cold and pristine woman actually pursued something as impractical as spatial rifts?
It truly caught Song Wen by surprise.
But on second thought, Song Wen felt somewhat relieved.
As a woman, she could become obsessed with Qiluo and nearly treat her as a forbidden possession. Having a few other peculiar hobbies did not seem so strange.
As long as one lived, one needed something for amusement.
"Thank you for informing me, Fellow Daoist." Song Wen smiled at the Nascent Soul Realm female cultivator before him.
"May I ask how I should address you, Fellow Daoist?" the female cultivator asked.
"I am... Jian Xiao." Song Wen casually made up a name, then asked, "And how should I address you, Fellow Daoist?"
"This little woman is Li Yao." The Nascent Soul Realm female cultivator gave a dazzling smile as she replied.
Song Wen and Li Yao chatted idly.
Though Li Yao's cultivation was not high, she seemed to have attended many similar gatherings and knew this sort of crowd quite well. She gave Song Wen a fair understanding of the inside details, though little of it was of much practical use.
Over the next few days, Song Wen and Li Yao arranged to continue attending small gatherings, yet they did not encounter a single person fond of exploring spatial rifts. This left Song Wen somewhat disappointed.
Time slowly passed, and at last came the opening day of the