The moment Lin Qi entered the Servant Courtyard, she brushed past someone.
It was the Lantern Woman Cultivator who had fought her on the arena yesterday.
A breeze swept past, lifting a stray lock of her hair.
Ripples stirred in the woman cultivator's cold, indifferent eyes.
She stood rooted to the spot, raising her gaze slightly as she stared blankly at Lin Qi's retreating figure.
Just now, it seemed as though a familiar aura had passed by.
Only after an unknown length of time did the woman cultivator slowly turn and leave the Servant Courtyard.
Of course, Lin Qi noticed the woman cultivator's undisguised gaze. But the more it was like this, the more she had to feign composure and continue walking as though nothing had happened.
Upon reaching the Servant Hall, Lin Qi removed the waist token from her person and handed it to the martial uncle at the entrance. "Disciple Cheng Zirao has come to report."
A deep, resonant male voice sounded. The servant martial uncle merely glanced at her before taking the waist token and beginning the registration.
Once the procedures were complete, the servant martial uncle said, "The other two have already entered the central hall. You will head to the Flying Immortal Pavilion with them later. May your Immortal Path be smooth on this journey."
Though the servant martial uncle spoke without expression, he still offered his blessing.
It was difficult for servant disciples to rise above the rest. For Cheng Zirao to make it into the top three out of tens of thousands, she was already the head of a chicken flock.
If she proved worthy and obtained a few strands of immortal fortune, her strength would surely rise another step upon her return.
Perhaps she might even catch the eye of some pavilion