"Ah?" Hearing the movement, two maids came from the depths of the Lu Palace. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but exclaim softly.
In their eyes, among the fifteen-member group, the youngest direct lineage disciple, elegant and unmatched, like a holy moon hanging in the sky, was a true fairy.
At present, she was so close to that man.
Soon, they felt that this scene was quite harmonious, with a kind of tranquil and brilliant beauty, like the morning glow falling on the mottled timeline, everything frozen here.
"Before, I was still worried about you," Qin Ming said.
He felt that Qing Yue was suffering here, being targeted and deliberately suppressed.
Subsequently, the two of them walked deeper into the Lu Palace.
Li Qingyue shook her head with a smile and said, "I take these as tempering. How can the cultivation path be smooth sailing? Even ordinary gold needs fire refining, let alone us, who aspire to transcendence; these are very common experiences."
