How Strange

Yu Zhiling immediately lowered her hand.

The speaker was a man clad in a crane-patterned robe. His appearance was as clear and cold as ice and snow, his expression indifferent. His long white hair hung loose, loosely bound by a jade hairpin, with a few soft strands draping over his back.

Although it was already May and the weather was sultry, this man wore a winter cloak. His face was as pale as snow, looking no different from someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.

For some unknown reason, the name "Yun Zhi" suddenly flashed in her mind, and she spoke instinctively, "Yun Zhi, long time no see."

Her tone was as intimate as if she had uttered this name thousands of times.

The man opposite froze, his pupils trembling slightly. With an expression as if he had just heard something unbelievable, he took a step back and frowned at her.

"Do not act close. Was it not you who said we should no longer contact each other? For so many years, you have never called my name again."

Yu Zhiling: "..."

Yun Zhi turned his head away, his earlobes flushing slightly red. He gripped his fan tightly, his knuckles turning pale.

"The matter of the Sisha Realm is also your responsibility. Do not think that acting close can help you escape it. This time, Zhaoyan has matters to attend to and cannot come; I cannot handle this alone."

Oh no, Yu Zhiling guessed the identity of the other party.

Suohan Immortal Venerable—Yun Zhi.

The other was Lingxiao Immortal Venerable—Wu Zhaoyan.

But the strange thing was that in the original work, these two Immortal Venerables only appeared with their titles like Immortal Venerable Zhuoyu, without revealing their real names. When reading the novel, she did not know that Zhuoyu and she shared the same name.

Yet just now, she had correctly called Yun Zhi's name?

Thinking about it, it was just as strange as her suddenly understanding the sword techniques last night.

Yu Zhiling had not replied yet, and Yun Zhi assumed she was unwilling to cooperate, his expression turning even more unsightly: "Yu Zhiling, what did you say when you succeeded the position of Immortal Venerable? Do you still remember?"

Yu Zhiling snapped out of her thoughts. "Huh?"

Yun Zhi sighed in frustration, "Forget it, speaking to you only brings vexation."

Yu Zhiling: "..."

But she hadn't even done anything!

Yun Zhi's gaze swept past her and landed on the figure behind her.

"Is that your disciple? Named Mo Zhu?"

Yu Zhiling turned her head to look. A black-robed figure was walking along the small path in the forest, his steps steady and his expression calm. Though only a youth, his stature was tall and straight.

"To form a core at this age is considered rare in Zhongzhou." Yun Zhi offered a rare word of praise. "His aptitude is not inferior to yours back then. If properly guided, he might very well succeed the position of Immortal Venerable."

"But Master, he is a snake demon..."

Another youthful voice rang out.

The youth approached from behind, around seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing golden-yellow robes, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding the spirited vigor of youth.

Yu Zhiling knew this person; he was Yun Zhi's eldest disciple, named Shu Feng, who frequently accompanied his master.

Mo Zhu also arrived to stand beside Yu Zhiling, clearly having heard Shu Feng's words.

Yun Zhi frowned and barked, "Shut up."

Shu Feng had been pampered since childhood. Being scolded now made him even more defiant: "Did this disciple say anything wrong? How can a snake demon become the Immortal Venerable of the Immortal Alliance? Who doesn't know what the demon race did in the past? He carries the lowly blood of the demon race, completely unworthy of stepping into the great clans of Zhongzhou..."

"Shu Feng!"

"Shut up!"

Two shouts rang out in succession.

Yun Zhi was about to discipline his disciple, but was cut off by Yu Zhiling.

He stared blankly, clearly feeling the terrifying pressure she emanated. She was truly enraged.

Once a cultivator at the peak of the Grand Ascension Realm grew angry, the pressure would be incredibly horrifying. Shu Feng's face turned pale instantly, blood surging in his chest, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his lips. Yun Zhi frowned, quickly waving his sleeve to block the pressure for his disciple with his spiritual energy.

His voice was as cold as ice: "Shu Feng, apologize."