"Brother Zu, where is my sister?" Xie Xiu, a third-generation disciple, was not originally qualified to attend this kind of meeting, but he was Zu An's friend and Xie Daoyun's younger brother, so he was specially invited over this time.

Xie Xiu didn't want to interrupt the other senior disciples who had spoken earlier, but he had a lot of questions he wanted to ask them.

Yan Xiangu couldn't help but speak up: "Yes, Grand Master, I wonder if Daoyun is doing well now."

As Xie Daoyun's master, he naturally cared deeply about his disciple's safety.

"You don't need to worry, they are all safe and sound. I'll bring them over right away." Despite feeling Ji Dengtu's spittle almost spraying onto his face, Zu An wasn't angry at all. After all, the two had formed a deep friendship through storybooks back then.

A hint of confusion flashed in everyone's eyes. Why were they brought here? Were they also in the room next door? But when everyone went to greet the chief priest, apart from that long-legged beautiful guard, they didn't see him bring anyone else.

Zuan paused for a moment: "Xiao Xi is fine, but Xie Daoyun's situation is a bit special, so you may need to be mentally prepared."

"Huh?" Yan Xiangu and Xie Xiu turned pale.

"Could it be that he's crippled, poisoned, or has fallen into a coma?" Xie Xiu asked a series of terrifying possibilities.

"No, she's perfectly fine, it's just that her appearance has changed a bit."

"What do you mean by 'your appearance has changed'? Does that mean you've been disfigured?"

Zuan didn't know how to explain, so he simply stopped talking and began to communicate with the will of heaven and earth.

Several flashes of light appeared, and several figures materialized in the room.

"Xiao Xi!" Upon seeing that familiar, petite voice, Ji Dengtu was almost moved to tears.

There were also several beautiful girls, and no one would forget the magnanimous Miss Pei after just one meeting;

We've all seen another Wu princess who was both pure and charming, but who is the other woman?

The clothes she wore seemed to be those of a witch as described in ancient books, and she exuded a familiar, gentle, and scholarly aura.

"Where's my sister?" Xie Xiu panicked when she didn't see her sister.

"Xiuer, it's only been a few days and you don't recognize me anymore?" Xie Daoyun was chatting with her companions in the Demon Realm when she was suddenly teleported here. Just as she was wondering what her younger brother was saying, she subconsciously wanted to pull his ear.

"Huh?" Not to mention Xie Xiu, even Yan Xiangu and his group were petrified on the spot.