Clever

"Don't make trouble. Let's go around."

"We're already here. Let's take a look!"

Without another word, Ling Xiao grabbed Gu Sheng's arm and dragged him toward the crowd.

"Maybe something good is happening!"

Gu Sheng had no choice but to let himself be pulled into the crowd.

The surrounding disciples were all talking excitedly.

"I heard the Saintess is passing through here!"

"Really? Senior Sister Su hasn't appeared at Profound Nether Sacred Mountain for half a year!"

"Apparently, she came this time to look for some kind of spiritual herb."

The moment Gu Sheng heard the words "Saintess," his heart skipped a beat.

He instinctively tried to retreat, but the packed crowd blocked his way.

Just then, the crowd suddenly fell silent. In the distance, a figure in white slowly approached.

She was a woman dressed in snow-white robes, her black hair cascading like a waterfall and held up with nothing more than a simple jade hairpin.

Her features were exquisite, but she carried an untouchable chill, like a celestial maiden descending from the heavens, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

"Senior Sister Su!"

"Saintess!"

The surrounding disciples bowed one after another, their eyes filled with admiration.

Gu Sheng, however, stood frozen where he was as if struck by lightning.

He recognized that face—Su Muxue, the Saintess of Qinghe Holy Land, the woman he had once met in the Northern Region wilderness three years ago.

"This is bad."

Gu Sheng inwardly cursed, lowering his head in the hope that she would not recognize him.

Ling Xiao was also stunned as he muttered to himself.

"So this is the Saintess of Qinghe Holy Land? Her reputation truly does her justice."

Su Muxue walked over slowly. Wherever she passed, the disciples automatically made way for her.

She looked straight ahead,