Lightning glimmered within the hall.
Xu Yi gathered her black hair. As expected of a direct descendant of a Purple Mansion lineage, she was thoroughly familiar with these discussions of the Dao. Her eyes shone as she spoke softly:
"Fellow Daoist, do you know of ancestral qi?"
For once, Xu Xuan sensed a rare seriousness in her. His expression grew solemn, and he sat a little straighter.
"Of course. Mystic, origin, and primordial qi. But no one has ever seen those Dao lineages. The Four Symbols still have surviving inheritances, while these three paths seem no more than legends."
Xu Yi smiled faintly, a trace of pride flashing in her eyes. Lowering her voice, she said:
"They aren't legends. Your inheritance can be traced back to the [Profound-Enshrining Palace]. Its first palace master was an incarnation of mystic qi, whose might overwhelmed the Heavenly Demons. How could that be false?"
"Er, that hardly has anything to do with us. My temple is only a Foundation Establishment sect. We wouldn't dare gild our own faces with such claims."
Xu Xuan lightly brushed her words aside. Outside his temple, he had never presented himself as an heir of Fengxuan. Even Wen Guang calling him the Sword Scion of Fengxuan back then had made his heart skip a beat. How could he admit to it now?
Xu Yi frowned. Seeing how firmly he resisted, she dropped the subject and said instead:
"This counts as secret lore. If you want to know, Fellow Daoist, could you agree to do something for me?"
Xu Xuan was now certain that this was indeed Xu Yi, always climbing any pole held out to her. He had experienced her madness firsthand. How could he agree? Yet mystic thunder intrigued him terribly, for no other reason than that a