Seeing this unfamiliar, affectionate expression on Jiang Yi, Qiao Yu's cheeks flushed.
"As the Daoist of a prestigious sect, is being a smooth-talker all you know?"
"You should focus on reaching the Flying Foundation Establishment Realm first. We can talk about you acting as my protector after that."
Confidence flashed in Jiang Yi's eyes. Patriarch Mingxuan had already paved his path of Cultivation; reaching the Flying Foundation Establishment Realm was practically guaranteed.
The only question was whether he could match or even surpass Ji Fuyao.
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Hong Shui was vast, its waters shrouded in a boundless mist.
A crescent moon hung high in the sky. A cool breeze swept past, wrinkling the bright reflection on the water's surface and scattering it into shimmering ripples.
