Woman, Was It You Who Saved Me?

The system clicked its tongue and offered some advice.

[Si Le is one hell of a looker. Raising a handsome man like him wouldn't be a bad deal. Ran Zirou was subjected to forced love because she had too many men around her and couldn't give him enough security. Learn from her mistake and give him all the security he needs.]

Li Zi took the Hairpin. "Senior Brother, where's Master? I'll give him this Hairpin."

[A handsome man? Take a look at my senior brothers. Which one of them isn't handsome?]

Fu Chaoqing rubbed his chin. "Come on. We'll go together."

He was afraid the system might actually talk his junior sister into it.

Not one member of the Devil Race was any good. Demon Prince Si Le was worse: an evil Ancestor.

Li Zi had been away for so long that she hadn't expected to find disciples diligently cultivating everywhere in the Sect. Everyone had suddenly become fiercely competitive.

As she walked, she barely saw an idle disciple. They gathered in twos and threes, discussing the Martial Arts Techniques and Cultivation Methods they had just learned.

Seeing her puzzled expression, Fu Chaoqing smiled. "The Sect competition, held once every five years, is about to begin. Disciples from the Foundation Establishment Realm through the Golden Core Stage can enter. Interested?"

Li Zi wanted nothing more than to laze around now that she was back. She had no energy for a competition and hurriedly declined.

Several of the Sect's elders were away.

The Sect Master was in Secluded Cultivation, while the First Elder and Second Elder were handling communications with the Lineages.

The Reclusive Clans had emerged and become active again. They had opened another entrance to No-Man's Land, allowing members of the Sect to enter.

When the other elders heard