Miao Fa Yuanjun, Su Zhiqing, upon hearing the words that Xiao Jie blurted out, her eyes immediately shone brilliantly. Her originally aloof and ethereal face was instantly filled with intense interest, as if she had discovered something more interesting than studying Ancient Talismans.
"Oh?" She slightly raised the corners of her mouth with a playful smile, "The person you're talking about, could it be that young lady from yesterday who hasn't officially joined any of our three disciples, yet you favorably regard her enough to secretly pass on Secret Techniques to her—An Ran?"
Xiao Jie couldn't help but feel speechless inside. How is it that this Miao Fa Yuanjun, who usually seemed exceptionally wise and formidable, suddenly became so gossipy when it came to this topic? The image of the Immortal was on the verge of collapsing!
