"It's you!" Han Li gazed at the purple-robed young woman before him. The woman was indeed the one who had accompanied the Black Phoenix King that day, known as "Dai'er" among the immortal beings. Though only at the initial stage of the Divine Form cultivation, she was said to possess exceptional beauty and held a prominent reputation among the younger generation of the immortal race, deeply favored by the Black Phoenix King. Yet, when they first met at Feixian Peak, she had shown an extremely reserved demeanor. None of this was what Han Li cared about most. What truly mattered to him was whether she was indeed the same little girl named Dai'er from back then. Now, that she had suddenly visited him upon his return to his residence, it came as a complete surprise. "You have come unexpectedly," Han Li said, gazing steadily at the young woman radiating a clear and ethereal grace, "did you come at the request of Xiao Daojun?" "No," the purple-robed woman finally spoke, her voice as clear and crisp as that of a yellow oriole, instantly pleasant to the ear. "I came to see you!" Han Li's expression stirred... "Indeed, I have some matters I'd like to discuss with the senior alone!" The young lady in purple robes, her eyes clear and bright, glanced briefly at the sea-land youth standing beside her, speaking with evident intention. "You step aside! Unless I call you, do not enter." Han Li stroked his chin and issued the command with a glance. Though deeply curious about the relationship between his master and the young lady, the sea-land youth naturally respected the order and, with a respectful bow, withdrew from the hall. As for Han Li's other disciple, Qi Lingzi, who had previously caused a great commotion at the Long family's estate, he naturally no longer appeared publicly. Even though others had seen the young Taoist and recognized him as one of Han Li's designated disciples, the Long family's elder had finally come to a full rupture and personally sought him out—yet Han Li remained entirely unconcerned. He had countless excuses at his disposal to completely dismiss the connection between himself and the giant ape he had transformed into. Now, upon seeing Hai Da-Shao truly leave the hall, the young lady in purple robes immediately, without a word, flipped her hand once, and a delicate silk handkerchief glowing with a faint white light appeared, then she steadily offered it to Han Li. Han Li glanced at the object and his expression subtly changed. After a moment, he sighed gently: "Dai'er—indeed, it's you!" This silk handkerchief, a mere low-tier spiritual artifact, was one of the small gifts Han Li had given to the young girl named "Dai'er" back then. Though it offered only minor protection against dust and held little value otherwise, the girl had cherished it deeply, always keeping it close to her heart. The fact that the young lady in purple robes could produce this item confirmed that she was indeed the girl from those days. Hearing Han Li's words, the young lady's face revealed a mixture of emotions. After a brief silence, she suddenly raised her pale wrist and, with two jade fingers, plucked a smooth, lustrous black phoenix hairpin from her hair. At that very moment, the black phoenix hairpin burst forth with a surge of deep black light, followed by a resonant phoenix call, and transformed into a slender black feather about half a foot long. Almost simultaneously, the purple-robed young woman's face radiated a brilliant white glow, so intense and dazzling that it was difficult to look at directly. Even though Han Li had cultivated the divine sight technique, he was momentarily forced to close his eyes. Yet, suddenly remembering something, he opened them again instantly. Now, his eyes flashed with a steady blue light, completely unaffected by the dazzling white radiance on the woman's face. His expression grew strangely puzzled. After the white glow on the young woman's face faded away, her face revealed a breathtaking beauty reminiscent of a celestial maiden from the Moon Palace. Beyond her unique, secluded elegance, the contours of her face—carved like ivory—closely resembled Nangong Wan to an astonishing eight or nine parts. Combined with the same clear and ethereal aura, if the two stood side by side, anyone would instantly perceive them as sisters. Yet upon closer observation, one could discern certain differences between the two women. Nangong Wan's features appeared slightly gentle and more approachable, while the purple-robed woman, though more refined in her facial features, seemed somewhat cold. However, under the clear vision of the Ming and Qing era's spiritual perception, Han Li was certain that the woman's face was genuine, free from any illusion or stagecraft. He could faintly make out traces of the infant roundness of the young girl "Dai'er" in the purple-robed woman's brow and eyes, though clearly, the resemblance was still quite distinct from her current appearance. Gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar beauty before him, Han Li, despite his usual composure, found himself at a loss for words. "Uncle Han, I wonder how similar my current appearance is to Nangong Auntie's," the purple-robed young woman said, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "What on earth is going on? Since you've grown up, you've transformed so completely! Have you seen Nangong Wan somewhere before?" Han Li suppressed his astonishment, regained composure, and asked calmly. "My aunt's name was learned from Uncle Dai, so how could she have ever met Aunt Nan Gong?" The young lady with purple robes slightly pursed her lips, smiled gently, and her cool aura softened considerably. "What I meant—ah, I seem to recall now. Still, there are some points that remain unclear. You—" Han Li paused, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly remembered something, though he still wasn't entirely certain. "When Uncle Han accompanied me during those days beneath the stone pile, he told me many strange and unusual tales. The protagonists of those stories were, I believe, Uncle Han and Aunt Nan Gong. On the final day, I was crying and fussing terribly, insisting I wanted to see my mother. It was then that you produced a jade pendant engraved with Aunt Nan Gong's portrait, and that calmed me down immediately." The young lady's eyes sparkled, and her voice grew even softer. "You were indeed so full of baby fat back then—such a sweet, adorable sight." Hán Lì listened to these words and recalled, with a gentle smile, the scene from back then when the beast tide had breached the city—when he had been with the young girl hiding beneath a pile of scattered stones. "I remember every detail clearly. My current appearance is the result of my cultivation reaching the stage of transformation, with the black phoenix blood awakening and reshaping my form. I myself do not know why I have come to resemble Nan Gong Aunt so closely. Perhaps the image of Nan Gong Aunt engraved on the jade pendant was so striking that it left a deep impression on me. Thus, during the transformation process, I unconsciously took on a form resembling hers. Master Hán, as a Consolidated Stage cultivator, should be well aware that for our immortal beings, transformation is fundamentally beyond self-control—what the final form will be is largely determined by fate." The woman in purple silk lightly bit her red lips, blushing slightly. "Ah, now I understand! Then it truly makes sense. Han Li only then began to feel a bit dazed, yet as he gazed at the young woman's delicate features, so similar to Nan Gong Wan's, a subtle bitterness lingered in his mouth. Today had truly been odd—he had first encountered Qin Su'er, who had startled him with a vision of Nan Gong Wan conjured by her heart-magic. Then, upon returning, he found himself facing once again a face remarkably similar to that of Nan Gong Wan. Could it be that Wan'er had indeed encountered some misfortune? As a cultivator of the Dao, Han Li naturally believed in such subtle omens. Though he didn't furrow his brows tightly, a quiet concern stirred within him. At that moment, Dai'er paused slightly before continuing, "It is indeed Han Uncle's great kindness toward me that I have never forgotten. Yet, as a human and a spirit-being, we are inherently different. I did not wish to unnecessarily trouble Uncle. That is why, when we first met, I was so coldly reserved." When I first arrived at Heifeng Palace, I had not yet met my father—instead, I...” The purple-robed young woman added a few more details, and began to chat with Han Li about her life and cultivation within the Heifeng clan after their parting. Though the topics were quite mundane, she spoke with great enthusiasm, a warm smile playing at her lips. Han Li, gazing at the young woman’s face, so reminiscent of Nan Gong Wan, found himself growing gently more tender in expression, even as he listened quietly. The conversation between Dai Er and Han Li lasted for several hours. Only then, suddenly remembering something, did she express a sense of lingering affection and finally say her goodbyes. Han Li did not attempt to detain her, but instead offered her a few gentle words of advice, as a elder would, and then summoned Hai Dashi, escorting the young woman out of the hall. Witnessing the young girl vanish at the entrance of the hall, Han Li's smile slightly faded, and he sighed with a touch of loneliness, then sat quietly in contemplation. Qi Liā... Not long after, when Hai, the young noble, reappeared in the hall and respectfully reported that the girl had been sent away, Han Li's thoughtful expression smoothed out. Suddenly, he gave a gentle instruction to his disciple: "Go and fetch your younger brother; we'll go to my room together." After saying this, Han Li stood up and walked steadily toward his own bedroom. Meanwhile, upon hearing these words, Hai brightened instantly, quickly nodded in agreement, and eagerly set off to find his spiritual companion. ... Early the next morning, Han Li quietly left his dwelling and appeared atop a small, unattended mountain not far from Yingxian Palace. He selected a stone, sat down casually, and closed his eyes, meditating as if waiting for someone. And after just a meal's time, a sudden sound of rushing air echoed through the sky, and indeed, a human figure materialized right atop the mountain. "Friend Han has arrived quite early—clearly, he is genuinely looking forward to the Black Domain Assembly," the figure said, bowing gracefully to Han Li, his voice familiar, unmistakably that of the venerable Master Wan Gu. "Ah, I must agree—I do have some genuine anticipation. Yet, I came so early mainly because this is my first time attending such an assembly, and I didn’t want to risk missing the exact time to enter the Black Domain!" Han Li smiled gently, responding with calm assurance. "Rest assured. Since the information sent by the other party confirms this timing, there can be no mistake. However, before we depart, I’d like to share a few points with you, so that you may avoid any unforeseen difficulties during your time in the Black Domain," Master Wan Gu said, his expression growing serious and earnest. "Oh? Then please go on, Master. I am all ears!" Han Li replied, slightly surprised by the elder's careful demeanor. "Actually, even if Master Dao doesn't say it, Friend Han should already understand quite a bit. However, the Black Domain Assembly is quite different from ordinary exchange gatherings, so it would be better for me to emphasize these points a bit more." Seeing Han's humble demeanor, Master Wan Bone couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.