Xue Qi

“Xu Yi.”

Xu Yi had just come out of the Dan Tower when she heard someone calling her.

She turned around, slightly surprised, and said, “Senior Sister Xue?”

Xu Yi recognized Xue Qi not by her face, but by her relatively plain attire.

Strangely enough, despite spending nearly fifty years at Kunlun Academy and having seen Xue Qi numerous times, she could never remember what Xue Qi looked like.

After asking others and confirming that it wasn’t just her, she didn’t dwell on it any further.

She had never had any interaction with Xue Qi, so it was quite unexpected for Xue Qi to call her.

“May we have a moment to talk?”

Xue Qi’s voice was as cold and firm as gold and stone, yet it didn’t evoke any aversion.

“Of course.”

Xu Yi didn’t refuse.

She also wanted to understand why the top disciple of Kunlun Academy sought her out.

Xue Qi and Xu Yi walked to a pavilion near the tower.

There were no obstructions around, so they didn’t have to worry about being overheard.