The girl was wearing a white dress. She had black hair and delicate features. Her complexion was smooth and fair and was at most twenty years old. She was insanely seductive as if she had emerged from a painting and had never witnessed the sufferings of the human world. Her eyes were like crystals from which innocence emanated.

“What’s wrong?” She could not help but ask the injured and limping Ladio.

“Grand Priestess Monica,” Respectfully, he continued, “The Young Master of the Elixir Pavilion is at the gates. I was beaten up by him.”

“Elixir Pavilion? Young Master?” Monica staggered as she continued, “The World Pavilion has no bad blood with the Elixir Pavilion. Why did their Young Master hit my Pavilion’s disciples?”

Hesitating, Ladio failed to give his immediate answer.

“Just say whatever you want to say, it’s alright.” Monica tried soothing Ladio’s anxiety.

Hearing this, Ladio opened up and replied truthfully, “Three years ago, an outsider wished to enter the World Pavilion.