Sword Language Immortal Sect.
Purple Dome Peak.
In the courtyard where Luo Xiu resided.
Shen Yao descended slowly from the sky, like the Nine Heavenly Goddess, her dress fluttering as she landed in front of everyone.
Her face was covered with a thin veil, her long hair drifting, and her head adorned with an elegant and luxurious crystal crown. Her presence exuded a subtle divine radiance that matched her cool gaze peeking from the veil, emanating an aura of aloof holiness, which made Lin Luoxue and the other girls feel inferior.
"Hey!"
In the midst of silence.
Master Ping suddenly laughed strangely and said, "You mischievous rascal, do you think you can hide your thick-skinned face with a veil?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yao's hands hidden in her wide sleeves clenched tightly into fists, but she dared not rebut.
Ignoring Master Ping, her eyes fixated on Luo Xiu as she said, "Let's talk privately."
