Inside the Jade Palace prepared by the Dao Sect for the Jade Pool Sacred Land's special envoy.
A light mist swirled, and gauze curtains hung low. A faint, interwoven scent of sandalwood and flowers filled the air.
In a corner of the hall, a Guqin rested quietly on a table. Lin Qianyan, clad in a simple white dress, sat before it. Her slender, pale fingers gently plucked the strings, releasing a few distant, resonant notes.
Her features were as exquisite as a painting, her expression serene and placid, as if she had become one with the tranquility of the Jade Palace.
However, her gaze drifted slightly, as if lost in thought.
"Xiaopei," she called out softly.
A pretty, young girl holding an ancient tome looked up at the sound of her name. Her eyes, fixed on Lin Qianyan, held both respect and confusion. "What is it, Master?"
Lin Qianyan tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling upon Pei Xiaohan. Her expression was gentle, yet held a hint of deeper meaning.
