First Sermon in Zixiao Palace

The moment the words "Purple Cloud Palace" left their mouths, both of them sensed something was wrong. Cracks began to appear in the dim, shadowy chaos before one of them, while the other caused the cracks' spread to halt. The eerie change frightened them into hurriedly falling silent.

After a long while, the giant struggled to control his voice and asked quietly, "May I ask, who are you?"

Originally, he had wanted to ask the beautiful woman in the Tai Chi Daoist Robe before him for her name, but just as the words reached his lips, he came to his senses. Who knew what customs of speech were used here? If he exposed his origins, it might bring enormous trouble. Thus, he hastily changed his wording and asked a plain, direct question.

Seeing that no cracks appeared in the dark space before him, the giant quietly let out a breath of relief. Good, it could be controlled. Otherwise, he would not dare speak again in the future.

"This humble Taoist is Shang—uh, Taiji Daoist. Greetings, fellow Daoist." Shangguan Piaoxue's palm tightened. She had nearly given her true name. Having just been born from that dark place, how could she possibly have had a name? Therefore, she took "Taiji," which she had constantly sensed over the past hundred years, as her daoist name, replying with the refined Daoist phrasing she had learned from storybooks and dramas.

"I have only just broken free of my restraints and do not yet have a name. Hmm, I may as well choose one now. Let it be Li Gu." The giant cupped his hands in salute, secretly delighted. It seemed the manner of speech here matched his own, so he did not have to fear giving himself away.

But could she have suffered the same