As she fled, She Ji kept looking back repeatedly. Though she could not see any spiritual light, she had a peculiar intuition, so she did not fly directly toward her cave abode.
Mister Gao had been right. The Sun Family's background was indeed extraordinary. Another cultivator of considerable attainment had emerged, and that single sword strike alone revealed him to be a true inheritor of the Orthodox Sect of the Mystic Gate. Moreover, that person had personally said he was not the Sun Family's Old Ancestor. One possibility thus practically cried out in She Ji's mind.
The Sun Family was the ancestral lineage of some Master of the Immortal Path. Even if many generations had passed and all contact had long been severed, mortal ties were often like lotus roots broken but fibers connected. That master was still protecting the Suns.
If she could form a marriage bond with the Sun Family, She Ji felt it would greatly benefit her. From her two encounters with them, she had judged that the master protecting the Suns followed the path of seeking truth and immortality, one that revered Daoist Magic of Nature. It was a difficult path, but anyone who achieved true cultivation through it was a genuine master. Such people bore no obvious prejudice against the myriad things of the world, and were precisely the sort that spirits and demons were willing to risk approaching in hopes of hearing the Dao.
As She Ji flew, she drew ever closer to the gorge cave abode she had hidden away. Just as she hurried back, eager to share her discovery and delight, a warning suddenly rose in her heart. Her escape light turned sharply, and she sped away in another direction.
Hu Yun, who had concealed himself and followed from an extreme distance