Wen Liyu saw from their expressions and tones that they seemed to be very powerful in the early stage of Jindan. "Oh..."
"I wonder how many fellow Daoists have reached the Golden Core stage at this conference?"
Xie Chi thought she was nervous because he had heard from his master that Junior Sister Wen had only been practicing for a year.
No matter how talented Junior Sister Wen is, she can only reach the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage at best!
He quickly spoke to comfort her, "Junior Sister Wen, don't worry. There are only a few people who can reach the early stage of the Golden Core within a hundred years. There are only seven or eight of them."
"Seven or eight people?" Wen Liyu was slightly surprised. So few!
Xie Chi smiled confidently, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Everyone is in the early stage of the Golden Core. In a one-on-one fight, my chances of winning are very high. They are nothing to be afraid of."
"Brother Xie is a sword cultivator, so of course he's not afraid of cultivators of the same level. Junior Sister Wen and I are different." Ouyang Yunhai took a few steps forward, seizing the opportunity to strike up a conversation. He curled his lips and winked at her, "Junior Sister, do you still remember me?"
"I remember." Wen Liyu gave an awkward yet polite smile, "Murong... oh no, Senior Brother Ouyang."
"Haha, Junior Sister really does remember me." Ouyang Yunhai spun the jade flute like a pen and took a few steps forward, wanting to get closer to her. "Don't be afraid, Junior Sister. I will protect you after we enter the secret realm."
Before he could get close, he was blocked by someone who suddenly came in.
"Hello? Who are you?" Ouyang Yunhai frowned angrily, "Get out of the way."
The man standing in front of him was tall and slender, dressed in a snow-white robe. The only bright color on his body was his headband, which was a bright gilded red.
Her facial features were so delicate that she didn't look like an ordinary person. Her eyes were narrow and long, and her eyelashes were thick and curled. Her eyes were clearly the type that could easily be seen as charming, but they were suppressed by the strong coldness between her eyebrows. Her thin lips were bloodless, like ice slices chiseled from a snowy mountain.
He stood quietly in front of Wen Liyu, his eyes as clear as ice and glass only containing her.
"Take me with you."
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