Without them moving, that faint azure breath gradually solidified, and eleven-petal green lotuses appeared in the void.
Seated atop the green lotus was a woman in a yellow dress. Except for her slightly pale complexion, her beauty was unforgettable at first sight.
The woman evidently also saw Xingchen Daojun and Yi Jie scattered person. She stood up, calmly and leisurely clasped her fists towards them, and said, "Xing Xi greets the Golden Pages Lord and Xingchen Daojun."
Xingchen Daojun chuckled, also clasping his fists slightly, "So it's Daoist Xing Xi. Congratulations on your significant advancement in strength. Alas, seeing you all makes me feel old."
Yi Jie nodded, his tone flat, "I wonder how Daoist Xing Xi ended up just like me, severely wounded?"
Though his tone was flat, Yi Jie was somewhat annoyed. Xing Xi was evidently their junior, yet she addressed them directly as Daoists without any honorifics, too arrogant.
