"Master, we're finally back."
Qing Yueqiu stepped off the Spiritual Ship, gazing at the magnificent and majestic jade-like palaces of the Xuanyuan Dao Sect. She took a deep breath, a long-absent smile gracing her lips.
"Yes, we're back."
Compared to Qing Yueqiu, Ji Xichan seemed rather listless.
After all, the trip to the Northern Desert she had organized had been a fruitless endeavor, yielding absolutely nothing.
Now that she was back at the Dao Sect, she was about to be kicked out...
Ji Xichan's gaze involuntarily fell upon Pei Yuhang, who stood before her, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
The sight of his back, clad in white, was still as straight and proud as a pine tree. He was standing right in front of her, yet he seemed to be drifting further and further away, becoming unreachable.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.
