At the sound of the woman's cry, Han Li was momentarily startled and turned his gaze toward her. "Are you a disciple of the Miao Yin Sect?" he asked calmly. "Master Han doesn't know, though I've never formally met you before, the Master has already hung portraits of several elders in the Hall of Devotion. Every time we visit the main hall, we see them." The beautiful young woman spoke with respectful composure. Even after seeing the portraits of the senior in the Miao Yin Sect, Wen was still unable to believe it for a long time—how wonderful it was that the senior had successfully formed a golden elixir! After hesitating a moment, he spoke with a touch of bitterness. This middle-aged man was actually the young cultivator, Wen Qiang, who had once had two brief encounters with Han Li at the Kuixing Island. Though his features remained somewhat familiar, the once clean, delicate young man had now developed white hair on both temples and a deeply weathered appearance, clearly approaching his sixties. "Wen brother, no need to call me 'senior,' " Han Li smiled. "We only met once, after all—let's remain peers." He immediately noticed that the other man was still at the Jianji stage, and thus, unlikely to ever reach the Jiedan stage in his lifetime. Thinking back to how that vibrant young man had transformed into this weathered figure, Han Li could hardly help but feel moved. In fact, even if Wen Siyue hadn't asked him to stop, he would have done so anyway. After all, he had the ability to remember everything he saw. Though they had not interacted much, he had instantly recognized Wen Qiang upon passing by just now. Initially, Wen Qiang had left a very favorable impression on him, so he naturally offered his assistance, ensuring that Wen Qiang wouldn't meet a sudden end right before his eyes. Hearing this, Wen Qiang repeatedly expressed his humility, and Han Li, at a loss, could only let it go. Meanwhile, the young woman standing beside them, listening to the brief exchange between the two, was utterly astonished, her mouth slightly open in surprise. She blinked several times, ready to ask something, when Han Li suddenly turned around, his tone growing cold as he addressed the group across from them: "Have any of you three decided to go somewhere? Did I ask you to leave?" It turned out that the three cultivators on the opposite side had been deeply alarmed upon seeing Han Li arrive with a Jie Dan stage companion. Yet, noticing that Han Li seemed completely unaware of them and was simply enjoying himself, they gradually grew more confident and slowly retreated backward. Now, upon hearing Han Li's words, the several figures turned pale, exchanged glances, and immediately split into three directions, summoning their vehicles and taking off at full speed. As they flew, they also released colorful protective talismans and various shields around themselves. "Hmph! You're all dead!" Han Li coldly snorted, his expression growing stern as he raised his hand and gently flicked it. Three brilliant green sword beams shot out, swiftly vanishing and materializing behind the three cultivators. "Plump! Plump! Plump!" With a few sharp sounds, the talismans and shields on the three figures—like paper—crumbled instantly under the impact of sword beams as thick as a large bowl. At the same time, cries of pain erupted, and the three cultivators' own instruments were instantly scattered into countless fragments, vanishing completely. The young woman and Wen Qiang, witnessing Han Li effortlessly eliminating three members of the "Toxic Dragon Society," were struck with awe, their gaze toward Han Li now filled with growing reverence. Han Li himself nodded silently. Though these three green Yuan-sword beams appeared unimpressive, they actually contained a significant amount of his inner spiritual energy. Yet, being able to deliver a decisive one-hit kill against a Foundation-stage cultivator, he was quite satisfied. It seemed that as his cultivation advanced, the skill of the Qingyuan Sword Spark remained highly useful. "By the way, both you and Wen brother share the surname Wen—could it be..." Han Li suddenly turned to Wen Qiang, as if remembering something. Wen Qiang, upon hearing Han Li's question, slightly blushed and replied, "I'm truly sorry to have embarrassed you, but Miss Siyue is actually my daughter." Han Li was momentarily taken aback, but then burst into laughter. "Then I must congratulate Wen brother! Miss Siyue, though young, has already achieved Foundation-stage cultivation—she might even attain the Jade Dan stage in the future!" Hearing this, Wen Qiang beamed with pride and said with a touch of delight, "To be honest, Han brother, Siyue is indeed my greatest pride. She achieved Foundation-stage status in just twenty-two years, and I have high hopes for her. While I myself can no longer advance, I only hope she will go further than I have." As he spoke, Wen Qiang gazed at the young woman with tender affection, while Wen Siyue lowered her head, embarrassed by what was being said. Han Li smiled gently, glanced at the young woman again, and gave a slight nod—indeed, Wen Siyue possessed excellent potential. Then, Wen Qiang and Han Li each shared details about their own backgrounds. Though they didn’t have particularly close ties, the mere sight of a long-lost friend after many years always brought a pleasant sense of joy, and Han Li found himself chatting more than he originally intended. From her words, Han Li learned of a typical immortal cultivator’s life—much like the one he had expected—spanning a life that mirrored the common experiences in the Chaotong Sea region. Not long after parting from Han Li, Master Wen Qiang's teacher passed away, having reached his final limit. After spending several decades on Kuixing Island, he finally managed to establish his foundational cultivation. Thereafter, he began traveling between various islands, where he was eventually noticed and taken under the wing of a female disciple from Miao Yin Sect, joining the sect as an external affairs disciple. From then on, he steadily handled various routine and miscellaneous tasks for Miao Yin Sect. Later, their daughter, Wen Siyue, was born. However, his wife passed away from a mysterious illness shortly after the birth of their daughter. As he had deeply cherished their marital bond, he was unwilling to remarry and thus raised Wen Siyue alone, naturally making her a disciple of Miao Yin Sect as well. Upon hearing this, Han Li sighed several times. For himself, his experiences were far simpler—beyond cultivation, there was little else to recount. This made Han Li chuckle with a touch of embarrassment. But in the end, Han Li still asked them why their father and daughter were engaged in a dispute with others. Upon hearing this question, Wen Qiang immediately grew angry, while Wen Siyue grew pale with sorrow. Han Li was greatly puzzled. After a moment's hesitation, Wen Qiang slowly added another explanation. It turned out that after Wen Siyue married a young cultivator who appeared to have a promising future, becoming a mutual partner in cultivation, her husband unfortunately died young. During a battle with another cultivator shortly after their marriage. Thus, Wen Siyue became a widow. As a result, given her natural charm and her unmarried status, Wen Siyue naturally attracted the attention of several male cultivators within the gate. However, due to her husband's sudden death, she had no intention of remarrying immediately and thus repeatedly declined several requests to form mutual cultivation partnerships. Gradually, this caused friction with some senior figures in the Miao Yin Sect. Thus, Wen Siyue was assigned a demanding and perilous task—being ordered to escort a batch of particularly valuable goods through the territory of the Poison Dragon Society, which had long been at odds with the Miao Yin Sect. As a father, Wen Siyue naturally could not remain passive; he therefore decided to accompany his daughter on this journey. Unexpectedly, however, the highly confidential nature of the mission came to the knowledge of the Poison Dragon Society members. As a result, after a series of pursuits and chases, Wen Siyue and his daughter were finally caught by three members of the society and were forced into a desperate battle. Had it not been for Han Li passing through the area at just the right moment, the outcome would certainly have been disastrous. Listening intently to Wen Siyue's passionate outburst, Han Li stroked his chin thoughtfully, remaining silent for a while. He sensed clearly that Wen's tone carried a strong implication—namely, that he expected Han Li to step in and advocate on behalf of his father and daughter. Yet this was only one side of the story. He wouldn't simply jump in and interfere with the Miao Yin Sect's affairs just because they had a bit of personal connection.