Not In This Realm, Not In The Three Realms

Su Bancheng and An Ya walked straight into the main building of the manor.

Soon.

In the cultivation room on the third floor, they saw Su Meng sitting cross-legged on a futon, standing in front of a full-length mirror with a happy expression on her face. She was sizing them up from head to toe.

Su Meng was delighted to see Su Bancheng and An Ya walking in.

"Sister An Ya."

Su Meng merely ignored her uncle, Su Bancheng, and turned to An Ya in surprise. She clasped her hands together, and the outlineof eight trigrams quickly appeared, as if she was showing off.

"I've begun the path."

"Yeah."

An Ya smiled and turned to Su Meng, who had just entered the Dao and had yet to stabilize herself. She was about to overflow with the aura of a charlatan. "Congratulations, Mengmeng."