The meeting ended, and the ever-lasting immortal elder, sneakily found Jiang Li: "Now that the Heavenly Dao is dead, has the 'beauty of the Heavenly Dao' characteristic on the Fairy of Red Dust disappeared?"
Jiang Li looked at the elder fairy and thought that the elder truly lived up to his reputation, always thinking of things he hadn't considered.
"Shall we go and see?" Jiang Li wasn't afraid of the elder going crazy at the sight of the Fairy of Red Dust, worst-case scenario, he'd just hold the old man back and drag him back to the Dao Sect.
"Fairy of Red Dust?" The Confucian Saint heard a familiar name.
"Saint, you know the fairy too?"
With a swoosh, the Confucian Saint opened his paper fan, "Who in the Immortal Realm doesn't know the name of the Fairy of Red Dust?"
