The lone figure was none other than Zhang Juyan, a Special-Rank Golden Purple Instructor at the Wanxiang Daoist Palace.0

He had an extraordinary demeanor and exuded scholarly elegance. Standing amidst the field of white reed flowers, he appeared ethereal.0

As Qi Xuansu and Yao Pei landed on the Star Observation Deck and saw Zhang Juyan, he also spotted them and smiled. “Many people say that Li Changge, Yao Pei, and Zhang Yuelu are young talents with limitless potential and that the future eighth-generation Grand Master will be chosen from among them. Zhang Yuelu is a younger member of my clan, and after the two major cases in Jiangnan, I am completely convinced of her abilities.0

“However, the other two young talents have remained reclusive. I have only heard about their exceptional aptitude, but aptitude alone does not equate to strength. I was skeptical, until today. Yao Pei, you truly live up to your reputation.”0

Yao Pei showed no change in expression and calmly replied, “Instructor Zhang, you flatter me. I only find it regrettable that someone of your talent is not valued by the Daoist Order but has instead chosen to defect to a secret society.”0

Zhang Juyan smiled faintly. “Such is fate. I choose my own path; there is no one else to blame.”0

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