"Recently, rumors have been spreading like wildfire that the sect has gained an honorary inner sect elder with the Daoist title 'Extreme Yin.' Might that be you, Senior?" Qiluo continued.
"That is correct," Song Wen said.
"For some reason, this disciple always feels that Elder carries a familiar aura," Qiluo said, frowning.
Song Wen's heart stirred slightly. Could it be that Qiluo recognized him?
At that moment, Xuan Li suddenly shouted sharply.
"Qiluo, mind your status. Do not be disrespectful to Elder Extreme Yin. Elder Extreme Yin is a Mahayana cultivator—how could he possibly have had dealings with a mere Void Refinement cultivator like you?"
Qiluo's body trembled violently, and she hurriedly said,
"Master has misunderstood this disciple's meaning. This disciple meant that Elder Extreme Yin seems to carry Master's aura."
After speaking, Qiluo lifted her eyes, her gaze dark and deep as she looked toward Xuan Li.
Her eyes were exceedingly complicated, rippling with inexpressible scrutiny and accusation, yet brimming with restraint and grievance, as though...
A woman devoted in love were looking upon a faithless man.
Xuan Li's expression stiffened at once, but her face darkened again in the next instant.
"Qiluo, what nonsense are you spouting? Elder Extreme Yin already has a Dao companion—and it is Supreme Elder Ying Wu. Do you know how much trouble these words of yours would bring to both your master and Elder Extreme Yin if they reached others' ears?"
Faced with Xuan Li's rebuke, a trace of stubbornness flashed through Qiluo's eyes, which instantly filled with glistening tears.
She forced back her tears and did not let them fall. Then her eyes shifted, sweeping over Song Wen, and there was even a faint hint of resentment in her gaze.
Yet with two Mahayana cultivators before her, she ultimately chose restraint and