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Seeing Mingxiao's reaction, it was clear she was not merely someone with the same name—she was the person he had imagined.

The sect master's gaze at Sword Venerable Mingxiao immediately filled with condemnation. Beast! The little girl was only eighteen! How could he bring himself to do it?

Sword Venerable Mingxiao sensed the sect master's look. Having been fellow disciples for centuries, he knew what the other was thinking without a word being spoken.

But what lay between him and Song Zhizhi could not be explained in a few sentences, and this was not the place to talk, so he remained silent.

His gaze fell upon Song Zhizhi, yet all he could think of was half the bed lying empty when he woke that day. He wanted to ask her: Why had she run away that day? Why had she left him a false address?

Meanwhile, Song Zhizhi stared at that familiar face, her mind utterly blank. Her shock was no less than when she had first learned she was pregnant.

How could it be Xie Xiuji? How could it possibly be Xie Xiuji? This had to be a hallucination, right?

At that moment, Song Zhizhi instinctively ignored his question. Her mind was filled with only one thought: Why is he here?!

The cool and ethereal young man sat upright above them. Though his aura was far colder and fiercer than it had been a month ago, that face was identical to the man in her memories. Song Zhizhi could not possibly be mistaken. He was Xie Xiuji.

She pinched her thigh. It hurt. This was not a dream, nor was it a hallucination.

Wasn't he a disciple of the Heavenly Feather Sect? Why was he attending the Sword Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony? And why was he wearing the robes of a Sword Sect elder?

Could it be that he had never been a Heavenly Feather Sect disciple, but a Sword Sect elder? Had something changed in the past month, or had he deceived her from the beginning?

Countless questions flashed through Song Zhizhi's mind in an instant, eventually converging into a single thought: Should she tell Xie Xiuji about her pregnancy?

Only half an hour ago, Liu Changfei had told her that she was pregnant. Now, the child's biological father had appeared right before her.

Song Zhizhi had lived twenty-five years in her previous life. In modern society, a twenty-five-year-old woman was already an adult with mature and independent thoughts. But that did not mean she could quickly accept the fact that she had gotten pregnant by accident.

From the moment she learned the news until now, she had been completely dazed. She did not know what to do—whether to keep this child, or...

"Song Zhizhi, Sword Venerable is asking you a question."

The person beside Song Zhizhi merely thought she had been stunned silly by the surprise, so they lightly poked her and reminded her in a low voice.

Song Zhizhi snapped out of her tangled thoughts. She lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao took in Song Zhizhi's expression. He saw it clearly: when Song Zhizhi saw him again, there was no joy in her eyes. Instead, they were full of astonishment, as though he should not have appeared here.

She had not come looking for him. She might not even have expected to see him here at all.

Some questions seemed not to need asking. Their answers had already appeared.

Once that thought arose in his mind, it could no longer be erased from his heart. Sword Venerable Mingxiao frowned, faint displeasure rising within him, along with a subtle, overlooked sense of disappointment.

His gaze cooled slightly as he asked Song Zhizhi again, "Are you willing to join my Red Cloud Peak?"

This time, Song Zhizhi finally heard the name Red Cloud Peak. Though she knew little about the Sword Sect, she knew that Red Cloud Peak currently had only one elder—the ceiling of combat strength in the cultivation world, Sword Venerable Mingxiao.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao was Xie Xiuji!

No wonder Sword Venerable Mingxiao, the strongest fighter in the cultivation world, had never appeared in the book. No wonder Xie Xiuji possessed such tremendous cultivation.

Song Zhizhi did not know what to do. She had always disliked trouble, and Xie Xiuji—as well as the child in her belly—were both ticking time bombs.

If she went to Red Cloud Peak, it would mean seeing Xie Xiuji day and night. Then there was no way she could keep her pregnancy hidden.

Song Zhizhi's slender fingers clutched the corner of her clothes as she prepared to refuse.

"Wait!" Suddenly, a bright female voice rang out from beyond the hall, interrupting the words Song Zhizhi was about to say.

Song Zhizhi instinctively looked back. She saw an incomparably beautiful woman in magnificent feathered robes striding through the air, then lightly landing before her.

The woman's features were bewitching and dazzling. Her beautiful eyes shone with every glance, and when she smiled faintly, everything else instantly paled beside that smile.

"Are you Song Zhizhi?" She smiled at Song Zhizhi.

Beneath the beauty's smile, Song Zhizhi could not help blushing as she nodded. "Mm, I am."

The woman cleared her throat and said, "Little girl, Red Cloud Peak has nothing but snow. How could it compare to my Clear Snow Peak, where it is spring all year round? I've even planted many parasol trees on the mountain. Come to my Clear Snow Peak."

"Oh, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. I am a guest elder of the Sword Sect, at the Mahayana stage. My Daoist title is Qingyu, and you may also call me Master." She winked at Song Zhizhi.

Still reeling from Qingyu's devastating beauty, Song Zhizhi said dazedly, "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

Qingyu raised an eyebrow slightly, drawing out her tone as though tempting her, yet also questioning her. "Why would it be inappropriate to become my disciple?"

Song Zhizhi could not answer. She felt that something was off, but she could not put her finger on it.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao pressed at his brow, somewhat troubled. "Martial Aunt Qingyu, please put away your Charm Technique."

Charm Technique? Song Zhizhi blinked, and her eyes cleared slightly. Looking at Qingyu again, her features were still the same, but she no longer possessed that soul-stirring, heart-stealing allure.

The blush on Song Zhizhi's face faded somewhat as she looked at Qingyu in confusion.

Qingyu clicked her tongue regretfully as she turned back. "Mingxiao, you're becoming more and more boring. I was only joking with the little girl."

She looked at Song Zhizhi with smiling eyes. "Little girl, are you willing to take me as your master? My attainments in the sword path cannot compare with Mingxiao's, but when it comes to illusions, formations, and Daoist arts, if I claim second place, no one would dare claim first. Of course, most importantly, you and I both possess a Single Fire Spiritual Root and the physique of Innate Exotic Fire. I am more suited than Mingxiao to be your master."

"So? Do you want to choose me as your master?"

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