Chen Yi shook his head, suppressing the cluttered thoughts. Qin Qingluo was right in front of him, and it wasn't good to be distracted by thoughts of other women, especially since she ultimately didn't fully trust him.
"Just now, that was..."
The slightly breathless voice of Qin Qingluo reached him, carrying a hint of subtle inquiry.
She stood there with her spear put away, remembering that she'd met that woman a few times before and only knew that she had a close relationship with Chen Yi. Now, seeing someone so quick and graceful passing by again, she couldn't help but ask.
Chen Yi slowly got up, stabilized his blood, and said slowly, "My master, Yin Sword Mountain Sword Armor, Master Tongxuan."
"The ninth in the world?"
Qin Qingluo's pupils slightly shrank.
"It's her."
Getting a definite answer, even though she had mentally prepared for it and had heard some rumors, the Princess still froze slightly. She seemed surprised, but ended with a hearty laugh,
