"Are you blaming this Daoist for having too much of a connection with you?" Qing Yuzi realized.

"The Daoist's fate was indeed rather arbitrary," He Yunxiao said tactfully.

Qingyu remained silent.

She wanted to explain to He Yunxiao, but how could she explain herself when she couldn't beat Chu Xiaoxiao? Qing Yuzi wouldn't even let herself get covered in dust, so how could she let Chu Xiaoxiao beat her up and leave her looking disheveled and miserable?

"Young Master He is destined to be with Chu Xiaoxiao, but not with me."

The subtext is: If you spend more time with Chu Xiaoxiao, she won't bother me, and I won't bother you either.

He Yunxiao smiled bitterly, "Daoist, I am destined to be with Fan Ziruo, but not with Chu Xiaoxiao. What is the explanation for this?"

The woman behind the veil remained motionless. After a long while, still puzzled, she asked, "Why?"

He Yunxiao briefly explained the situation in the Shura Field.

This plunged Qingyuzi into a long silence. Clearly, the chaos of the world had stumped the Taoist priest.

The two horses moved forward silently when the woman beside He Yunxiao suddenly blurted out, "I have a dual cultivation technique that can help you resolve your conflicts."

He Yunxiao thought to himself: Who does this Taoist priest look down on?

He Yunxiao said on the surface, "I'm actually fine. I have the Soul-Devouring Pill, and I'm very satisfied with it, so I don't need the Taoist's technique."

"You have the Soul-Devouring Pill!? How did you get it?" Qingyuzi's tone changed.

"Given by Chu Xiaoxiao."

"What a waste! Dismount now, and I will test your aptitude."

He Yunxiao had just dismounted when he saw Yu Zi flash in front of him and point a finger at his brow. A cool sensation flowed through his body.

"Taoist Master?"

"Why wasn't your foundation damaged by the Soul-Devouring Pill?"

"Perhaps I have a special talent?"

Qing Yuzi withdrew her fair hand, said nothing, and turned to leave. After taking two steps, she turned back and walked back to He Yunxiao.

She raised her hand and gently parted the white veil of her conical hat, revealing a beautiful face that was almost unreal, like a dream. Her exact appearance was hard to describe, but the feeling of looking at her was very real, as if one's heart had skipped a beat, as if it had fallen in love at first sight.

Looking at her face, He Yunxiao had a kind of illusion that Daoist Qingyuzi was his dream lover since childhood.

“Taoist Master…” He Yunxiao was confused.

"My surname is Bai, and my given name is Yufei."