Wearing a multicolored dress, Jiang Cai Ni sat cross-legged, her eyes open but her expressionless gaze fixed on the cave entrance. She sensed someone approaching and knew who it was.,Ye Fusheng trembled as he spoke, the purple and gold aura surrounding his body rapidly expanding outward. It was like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves; wherever it passed, demonic energy was scattered, and Jiang Caimudi was blown away for the third time.,"Could she have been a former subject of your father..."。