"You're teaching this technique?"
Xie Zhinan wasn't the only one stunned by the sudden remark.
Ji Xiu, who had resolved to hitch his wagon to Xiao Mingli—knowing it was best not to be fickle and determined to see the decision through—was also dumbfounded.
He turned his head and got a clear look at the newcomer.
The woman wore a sharply tailored, crane-adorned palace gown. With a proud, noble mien and a jade hairpin in her hair, she cut a remarkably tall figure.
A thin layer of True Qi enveloped her, circulating on its own like a great, cleansing river, leaving her utterly untouched by the mundane world.
'I don't know what her cultivation realm is exactly...'
But Ji Xiu was certain of one thing.
He had never seen this woman before.
'And judging by her appearance, she must be quite a bit older than me.'
