Wei Yuan’s words made Qin Shiyue pause, her mind going momentarily blank.
In her eyes, Wang Ziying was just an ordinary oiran, nothing more.
“She is a Spirit Master Realm Martial Artist,” Wei Yuan continued, his voice steady. “The Sacred Maiden of the Misty Pavilion.”
A jolt went through Qin Shiyue. She had never heard of a power called the Misty Pavilion, but the implication was staggering. For a Spirit Master Realm Martial Artist to be
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