A week had passed since their return from the Profound Origin Cave Heaven, yet the discussions within the Cang Xuan Sect about the little villa in Mo Lin, the First Saint Child's Purple Source Cave Mansion, had not only failed to subside but gained fresh fuel with the official arrival of a new resident.
The new resident was none other than Li Qingchan, the Ice Mountain Goddess adored by countless disciples and the pride of Snow Lotus Peak.
The news seemed to grow wings as it swiftly spread across every peak. Mo Lin already living with Yao Yao, Zi Yan, and Zuoqiu Qingyu—several breathtaking Saint Children—had been envy enough. Now, even Li Qingchan, aloof and ethereal, regarded as an untouchable flower on a high mountain, had moved in. It was like pouring another ladle of hot water into an already boiling pot of oil.
"Have you heard? Senior Sister Li Qingchan... really moved into Saint Child Mo Lin's cave mansion!"
"My heavens! Even Senior Sister Li... Is Saint Child Mo Lin planning to pluck every beautiful flower in our Cang Xuan Sect?"
"Ah, my heart is broken... Senior Sister Li was the one and only moonlight in my heart!"
"Give it a rest. You? What kind of person is Saint Child Mo Lin? His strength surpasses everyone of his generation, and he is destined to become a pillar holding up the sect. Senior Sister Li choosing him is a perfect match."
"Even so... this is just too... Doesn't that mean there are now four Saint Child-level beauties living in that villa? And that exquisitely adorable Little Lingxi too... Saint Child Mo Lin's life..."
The disciples chattered endlessly, their emotions complicated. Envy, jealousy, sighs, acceptance—every feeling intertwined. The male disciples who had harbored fantasies about Li Qingchan in particular were devastated.