Southern Border City.
In a small courtyard by the sea.
As Ji Yuan's words fell, the air suddenly went quiet.
Fairy Mei toyed with a strand of hair by her temple. She froze for a moment, then covered her small mouth and let out a coquettish laugh.
She shook her head, her graceful figure swaying lightly with her laughter.
"Fellow Daoist Ji is certainly impatient—he hasn't come."
She spoke slowly, her voice soft and alluring, yet carrying a trace of seriousness.
"He is in secluded life-or-death cultivation, attempting to break through to the Spirit Transformation Realm. For this seclusion, he recalled every clone scattered outside. His Divine Soul is completely withdrawn into his true body, without the slightest leak. Even I cannot see him."
As Fairy Mei spoke, she lifted her eyes toward Ji Yuan, a hint of reproach in her beautiful gaze.
"Brother Ji needn't be so suspicious. We came here this time with no ill intent whatsoever. We merely wish to lend Brother Ji a hand."
Hearing this, Ji Yuan clasped his hands with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
"So that is how it is. I was presumptuous. Then let me congratulate Brother Tian in advance. May he successfully break through to the Spirit Transformation Realm during this seclusion, with the Great Dao within reach."
Though he spoke words of congratulations, Ji Yuan did not believe a single word of it.
What sort of person was Tian Wenjing?
Just an old bastard.
Besides, even if he truly intended to challenge the Spirit Transformation Realm, there was no way he would recall every single clone.
To an old monster like him, clones were a second life, the final trump card reserved for unforeseen circumstances. Why would he cut off every route of retreat at such a