"Master, did Sixth Martial Uncle tell you what exactly is inside the secret realms?" Xue Fuyao asked.
"No," Xie Yichu said. "He probably doesn't know either, or the person who had him do this deliberately kept it from him. Your Sixth Martial Uncle has a big mouth. If he really knew, there is no way he wouldn't spill it."
"If you really want to know, your Sixth Martial Uncle should still be near Ning City. I'll have him come find you."
"No..."
Before Xue Fuyao could voice her refusal, the Communication Talisman disconnected.
"Forget it. I'll just let the puppets go in and scour the place."
She would search the entire secret realm inch by inch. She refused to believe she wouldn't find it.
Once she had arranged everything, a pleasant voice suddenly rang out in her mind. The owner of the voice left an address, then vanished.
Immediately afterward, a message arrived from her master.
"Your Sixth Martial Uncle should already be on his way to find you."
The owner of that voice just now was... Sixth Martial Uncle?
Although she had her doubts, Xue Fuyao still followed the address.
She made her way to a courtyard.
The moment she stopped at the entrance, the courtyard's formation restrictions vanished on their own, and the gate opened automatically.
Seeing this, Xue Fuyao stepped inside.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw a young, breathtakingly beautiful man in moon-white robes, with a tall, slender figure, sitting inside and looking leisurely in her direction.
Right, she remembered her master mentioning that her grandmaster, whom she had never met, not only liked taking disciples and had an accomplished older brother who was also a disciple, but was also thoroughly obsessed with looks and liked beautiful people.
"You're here?" the man said