“Is this the Qin Emperor?”
Xie Ziran’s expression softened slightly, then she suddenly realized who this young man at the door was.
Her eyes widened, and she instinctively reached to open the door.
But in the next moment, a figure suddenly dashed forward.
Nangong Wumeng pressed both hands firmly against the Daoist temple’s gate, pushing it closed with great force.
Her face flushed red, stammering, “Y-you, y-you, y-you!”
“What are you doing here?!”
“Wh-what kind of… martial contest? Who’s getting married?”
“W-who’s getting married?!”
Before Li Guanyi appeared, whenever people from the martial world came by, they would brandish knives and spears and argue loudly.
Nangong Wumeng would just sit idly on the grand master’s chair, lazily uninterested.
She had naturally broken through to become a Daoist master.
Those few innate Daoists from the Daoist Academy would come here to sit idly when free, hoping to persuade this young woman to return to the academy and become one of the next generation’s Daoist palace leaders.
But they had been turned away multiple times.