Beyond the Qingming, a kind old woman gently exhaled. The breath was vast and boundless, obscure and endless, like a great fog shrouding the north and south.
"Daoist Fanmiao, what kind of person do you take me for!"
The gray-robed Daoist looked displeased:
"I would never stoop to spying on a junior's affairs."
The kind old woman smiled without a word.
The Daoist Monarchs of the Nanzhan Continent had a certain reputation in this regard.
She still remembered when Xiao Yu was courting those female True Monarchs under the moon and among the flowers, this very Daoist Mingxuan had secretly watched them.
This led to many of the first-generation [Shao Yang]'s sweet nothings being spread, causing quite a commotion.
The loss of Xiao Yu's first-life Dao body was precisely because True Monarch Nong of the Taifu Sect heard these flowery rumors, had her heart ensnared by a love tribulation, and drew her sword against him in a rage.
The kind old woman said coolly:
