Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked toward that brilliant streak of light, feeling slightly surprised. After so many years of peace, a disciple of the sect had suddenly come here again. Could something have happened to the Cloud Hidden Sect?
With that thought in mind, Lin Xuan naturally stopped what he had originally been about to do and quietly waited off to the side.
In Lin Xuan's eyes, that escaping light was not particularly fast, but it still took only half the time it took to drink a cup of tea before it arrived before him.
The light drew in, revealing a petite, pretty-featured young woman.
At a glance, she looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, dressed in snow-white gauze robes, faintly exuding a somewhat otherworldly air.
Her cultivation was at the Lihe Realm; at this level, she could be considered one of the sect's core disciples.
However, Lin Xuan had not the slightest impression of her. He could be certain he had never seen this girl before; perhaps she had only recently advanced!
As he was thinking this, on the other side, the beautiful young woman had already dipped into a graceful curtsy.
"Greetings, Martial Ancestor!"
Her face carried a bit of joy and a bit of unease, exactly like the expression of someone seeing their idol, but aside from that, there was not the slightest sign of anything amiss.
Lin Xuan found it somewhat strange.
Judging from her manner, it did not seem as if anything had happened to the sect. Then what had she come here for?
"Rise!"
Lin Xuan said faintly.
"Yes, Martial Ancestor!"
The girl naturally did not dare disobey in the slightest. Following the motion, she stood up, her face full of respect as she stood with her hands lowered.
This expression,