After encountering Su Jiu that day, Bai Ran seemed to have run into a god of plague. She could no longer find a single inn with a vacant room and, in the end, had no choice but to rent a private residence.
With too few rooms, she had to share a bed with two other female disciples from her sect. These living arrangements nearly drove her mad.
She had thought this was the depths of her bad luck, never imagining that something worse still awaited her.
A few days later, another group of disciples arrived from a branch of the Misty Immortal Sect.
Their arrival caused such a stir that even Su Jiu, who was accompanying Mo Qi as she bought pills at a roadside shop, noticed them.
Mo Qi quickly paid the spirit stones, put the pills into her Storage Bag, and dragged Su Jiu off to watch the commotion with a cold expression.
The corner of Su Jiu's mouth twitched. Judging by that face alone, she would almost have thought she was forcing Mo Qi to go watch.
Her gaze passed through the gauze and landed on the man leading the group, making her pause. She had seen him before. He was the one who had spoken rudely to her aboard the Flying Boat that had come to collect them.
Su Jiu frowned slightly and swept her gaze over him, inwardly startled. A bone age of twenty-five, and he had reached Foundation Establishment?
With more than a dozen people behind him, the man finally stopped outside a private residence.
Before long, the door opened. The person who answered was none other than Bai Ran, whom she had seen just recently.
When Bai Ran saw the man leading them, her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
*How could