"Fusang Fairy."
"Sister Qin."
"Fellow Daoist Yu..."
The sky was dim, the hills a dark green.
Yu Zither Immortal glided forward, her purple court dress swaying gently in the wind.
Her presence seemed to add a touch of splendor to the area, like a breathtaking landscape painting come to life.
At the sight of her, the many prodigies of the Saint Institute bowed in turn to show their respect.
She, in turn, offered them a gentle nod, her expression soft.
Her gaze, however, swept swiftly past the host of Light Cocoons, finally settling on the southeast.
'Fang Yang isn't here!?' she thought in surprise.
She had thought herself quite fast.
But she hadn't expected this. It seemed she had underestimated Fang Yang.
In such a short time, Fang Yang had somehow managed to cleanse himself of the brand and even escape.
It appeared Fang Yang's talent was even more outstanding than she had predicted!
She clenched her delicate fist and sighed inwardly.
