When Li Guanyi thought of that name, he felt a surge of qi erupt.
The surrounding trees moved in an instant.
They swayed towards the direction of the wooden house.
Chen Chengbi, who could chase after Yue Qianfeng, let out a strange cry and dodged to the side, but still could not escape, as if a rolling stone from the mountain was sliding into the house. He received a palm strike and then fell outside, retreating a few steps, leaving footprints on the bluestone slabs beneath his feet.
The old man appeared somewhat flustered but did not mind. He simply stretched out his hand to flick the hem of his clothes and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, my dear niece, your martial arts are truly becoming more and more formidable! This 'Mist Cold Flute' technique is as sealed as it is closed, marvelous to the extreme!"
"Come, come, come, the child of the Xue family, come here."
"I'll introduce you."
Chen Chengbi pulled Li Guanyi over, and Li Guanyi saw a tall woman in white inside the wooden house, her expression cool and indifferent, her complexion as pale as jade, with black hair cascading down to her waist, only the hair at her temples was white. She looked extremely young, but if she were the current emperor's sister, she would probably be in her thirties or forties.