Sounding Her Out, the Capture Plan

"My name is Xiao Yi Xian, and my husband is Chen Mo."

Xiao Yi Xian thought for a moment but did not hide it.

"Thank you, Miss Xiao Yi Xian."

Qing Yanjing wanted to sit up and cup her hands in salute, but she discovered that her injuries were too severe. Her body was extremely weak, and she could not manage the gesture at all.

Pfft. "Just call me Xiao Yi Xian." Xiao Yi Xian could not help laughing at Qing Yanjing's form of address. It sounded far too awkward.

"Xiao Yi Xian." Qing Yanjing was not one for pretension. Seeing how straightforward Xiao Yi Xian was, she simply called her by name.

Xiao Yi Xian took out a prepared potion and handed it to Qing Yanjing.

Qing Yanjing accepted it and gave it a sniff. Her delicate brows immediately furrowed.

"What is it?" Xiao Yi Xian asked doubtfully when she saw her expression.

"The medicinal potency is so rich. Ordinary alchemists could never reach this level. This was refined by a Spirit Grade Alchemist Grandmaster," Qing Yanjing said.

Xiao Yi Xian did not know what a Spirit Grade Alchemist Grandmaster was, but she knew Qing Yanjing was praising it. She immediately said, "My husband made it. There are hardly any in this world who can compare to his alchemy."

At those words, the face of that white-robed figure surfaced in Qing Yanjing's mind.

However, as far as she knew, there should not be anyone named Chen Mo in the Great Thousand World. Could he be a hidden alchemy genius from the Dan God Clan or the Ancient Myriad Grassland?

Thus, Qing Yanjing began chatting with Xiao Yi Xian.

Both of them subtly probed into the other's identity.

Qing Yanjing concealed her identity as the Goddess of the Fu Tu