"Brother Tian!" Thinking I hadn't seen her, Zhao Qian called out to me again.
I froze for a moment. Zhao Qian came over unhappily, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward an empty spot off to the side.
That instantly petrified many of the Taiqing Sect disciples. A group of disciples from the other Daoist sects began sighing and whispering, "What's going on?"
The Zhao Family really had a daughter who had grown into a beauty, raised deep in her boudoir and unknown to the world.
Zhao Qian had already been exquisitely beautiful in Dalong County. After arriving in the Daoist sects, she had indeed stirred up a Zhao Qian craze.
Her transformation in bearing had given her an otherworldly air. Her already gorgeous features had become even more striking after gaining a strange immortal charm.
That year, the female lay priest had stood atop a great bluestone, facing the surging sea of clouds, her immortal aura soaring high. Now, that immortal aura seemed to have been inherited by Zhao Qian. Perhaps this was what people meant when they said that immortal mountains nurtured people.
"Brother Tian! You don't recognize me anymore?" Zhao Qian looked at me aggrievedly and hid behind me.
"How could I possibly recognize you anymore? You're practically a fairy now! I thought some little fairy had descended from the heavens. Hahaha, you've entered the Dao! You actually made two leaps in a row!" I couldn't help feeling happy for Zhao Qian, and relieved for the female lay priest as well.
She truly was the disciple the female lay priest had chosen. Those discerning eyes of hers were still silently influencing the younger generation even now. If she were still alive, she would probably be very happy. Thinking of the mute female lay priest, I couldn't help