After coming out from Tang Yun's palace, Sima You Yue's mood was pretty down. Wu Lingyu was facing so much difficulty in the devil realm while she was powerless to do anything to help him.
Strength, strength, if she was only a little bit stronger.
She gripped her hands into gists and took deep breaths to relax. The rate at which she was growing stronger was really too disappointing.
"Hey, you. Stop there." A red silhouette came from the roof and appeared in front of her, blocking her path.
"Who are you?" Sima You Yue appraised her, "You're the woman that the Holy Son brought back with him."
"How did you know?" The lady was a little puzzled.
"All the people in the Sage Pavilion are dressed in white. At most, they will have different embroidery on them. On the other hand, your red robes are so conspicuous. Aside from the woman that the Holy Son brought back, who else could you be?" Sima You Yue said.
