As a set of footsteps approached, Song Qingming appeared in the pavilion.
Following at his side was a white-robed figure—Bai Yuxian, who had come with him.
Though they had publicly become Dao companions not long ago, Bai Yuxian, returning to Qingyun Mountain this time, was still much the same as always.
Lightly made up and dressed in exquisite white robes, she smiled at Song Qingyu and the other two before her.
"Seventh Brother, Senior Sister Bai."
"Qingyu, Junior Sister Huang, Senior Sister Li. I truly apologize. Song should have returned earlier, but I kept him a few extra days, making you wait so long."
"Who was waiting.!"
Faced with Bai Yuxian's slightly apologetic explanation, Li Xuanyi looked at her. Though she felt a trace of reluctance, it was as if something had stopped up her mouth.
The words that should have spilled out were caught in her throat, and for a moment, she could not say them.
She could only stand there and avert her somewhat awkward gaze.
Song Qingyu, standing nearby, had long been prepared. She immediately stepped forward and took over the conversation.
"Senior Sister Bai, please do not say that. Seventh Brother and Senior Sister just held your celebration; we should not have disturbed you at such a time.
It is only because I just returned from the East Sea and had some matters to discuss with Seventh Brother that I anxiously sent word to Mount Guyang."
"Since you have matters to discuss with Junior Brother, I will not disturb you. Junior Sister Huang, Senior Sister Li, I smelled a fragrance when I came up. You must be brewing tea. I happened to bring some from Mount Guyang as well.
Would you honor me today by joining me for a tasting?"
With that, Bai Yuxian took out