Both Minghe and Meng Qingying possessed self-sufficient spirituality and the light of great wisdom. Their temperaments differed on the surface, but neither was some foolish innocent who could be easily deceived or sweet-talked.
Perhaps they had fallen under some peculiar aura whenever they were before Qin Yi? Hard to say.
At any other time, they possessed an instinctive sharpness as though the Heavenly Dao had descended into them. Like the moon reflected in clear water, the slightest ripple would make them sense that something was amiss.
At almost the same moment, the two women, who had been immersed in cultivation insights, unconsciously frowned slightly. Both had detected that something was wrong.
Meng Qingying had originally been somewhat engrossed, because this cultivation experience felt unexpectedly wonderful...
Yes, it simply felt wonderful. It was the peaceful sensation of warm sunshine and gentle spring breezes—soft, warm, as though all the sorrows and troubles of the world no longer existed. Hostility and Demonic Nature no longer existed either. There was no hatred, no resentment, no bitter obsession with what one could not attain.
This was the warmest yang.
All she could feel was joy, along with the desire to help others be joyful as well. The act of helping others was itself a joy to her.
This was the kindest heart.
This was the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, without filth, without scheming, without any of the darkness of petty scrambling and dog-eat-dog pursuits.
Wouldn't anyone feel wonderful within it?
It was an expectation born from the depths of one's heart, the most beautiful yearning hidden deep in the human soul.
For someone like Meng Qingying, who habitually walked amid darkness, it was even more yearned for. She also gained deeper insight from it; it served as a balancing force and was greatly beneficial.