Zi Kun had overheard some of the conversations between Li Yan and the woman in white back when life and death hung in the balance, so he had roughly guessed.
"M-Mistress? She's the mistress!!"
Qianji's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in an instant.
Zhao Min, who had just turned her head in the distance and was about to step forward, suddenly stiffened. She immediately returned to normal, but her ears became even more attentive to what was behind her.
"Probably. Think about it yourself. Excluding you, me, and your clansmen, is there anyone else here besides this mistress?"
A violet glint flashed through Zi Kun's eyes as he spoke. Qianji thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"Well, there were. For a time, two bats came in, along with a female cultivator. But the circumstances were completely different from today. They were all unconscious..."
He tucked the jade bottle in his hand into his robes, his mood greatly improved.
"Oh? How did I not know about those living beings you mentioned? Was it while I was reforging my physical body...?"
Zhao Min had already reached the front of the cave dwelling, yet she had no intention of entering. Instead, as though admiring the scenery before it, she lowered her head and looked at the flowers on either side of the entrance.
Other female cultivators had come here too...
Just as Li Yan opened Tuban and drew Zhao Min inside, in a dense forest behind the Holy Demon Palace—
The spiritual energy here was so dense that it beggared belief. Pale-white spiritual energy surged endlessly like a length of pristine silk, while ribbons of white mist wound through the forest.
Towering trees, each requiring several people to wrap their arms around, rose into the heavens. Crisscrossing one another,