"I've heard that many disciples in the academy haven't even seen you once in hundreds of years.
You're all the same," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"I was managing everything from the shadows, just not fond of showing my face," said the woman in the white dress.
"What shall we do next?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Three of the old ancestors from the seven Imperial Rule Immortal Sects have been slain; the remaining four won't be able to cause much of a disturbance."
"You're somewhat beyond my expectations," the woman in the white dress said, looking Xu Zimei up and down after hearing his words.
"I thought it was going to be a tough battle, but your arrival has disrupted some balances.
You have many secrets on you."
"Oh, are you curious?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Even though you are the Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect, this strength of yours isn't just the result of the True Martial Holy Sect's training."