Junzi Temple, Wen Shiyu watched as Chu Huaixu hurriedly rushed over and then left in a hurry again.
From start to finish, he only asked if her Heavenly Dao suppression power had weakened.
This old woman, who had already lived past a thousand years but still desperately wanted to sleep with Chu Huaixu, pretending to be a "big yellow girl," couldn't help but let her gaze slightly sink.
She hadn't planned to volunteer this information.
But she hadn't expected that this "cheap master" would guess it.
"Though sooner or later it would be noticed."
"But this was too fast." Wen Shiyu's eyes constantly changed.
She looked up at the sky.
After the nine beams of light disappeared, the sky over the Profound Yellow Realm seemed not much different from usual.
But Wen Shiyu knew: the sky had long since changed!
"It's just... will the Master still remember a disciple like me?" She laughed self-deprecatingly.
On the other side, Chu Huaixu had arrived at the Daoist Hall.
