"Who exactly are you?"
Grand Elder True Person Yu Zhi looked at He Pingsheng.
With unrest sweeping through the Qi Kingdom, he truly had no idea why He Pingsheng had come.
Just then, a shapely black-clad woman suddenly descended from the sky.
Her hair fell like a waterfall, her skin was fair, and she was, naturally, stunningly beautiful.
A trace of hesitation lingered between her brows.
"Patriarch..." Everyone cupped their hands toward the black-clad woman.
The black-clad woman was undoubtedly Wu Mi.
Wu Mi nodded to everyone and said, "You may all leave!"
"Yes!"
The Nascent Soul cultivators dared not ask any further questions and left one after another.
Only He Pingsheng and Patriarch Wu Mi remained amid the ruins.
The woman, who had lived for who knew how many years, gently descended onto the ruins. She reached out and found the Storage Bag from earlier, took out its contents to examine them, then quickly put them away again. "That's right. These are indeed the things I gave Wang Dun!"
"Are you Wang Dun's friend?" The woman looked at He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng cupped his hands. "Greetings, Senior Wu Mi. I'm his junior brother!"
"Mm!" Wu Mi said. "Come with me!"
She led He Pingsheng over the mountain range to a lofty peak at the rear.
A vast palace stood atop the peak, and the two entered one after the other.
He Pingsheng swept his divine sense over the woman and discovered that her cultivation was at the third layer of Spirit Transformation Stage.
That cultivation was neither high nor low.
It was precisely a level He Pingsheng could easily suppress.
"Have a seat!" The woman invited He Pingsheng to sit.
The two sat facing each other.
Wu Mi asked, "Where did you see him?"
He Pingsheng thought for a