In a side hall of Cold Abyss Spirit Palace.
Zhao Qingran waited anxiously for Mu Hanxi.
Half a month ago, when she suddenly heard that Cold Abyss Spirit Palace would be holding a ceremony for its sect master's resignation, she had been completely stunned.
Mu Hanxi was the greatest source of support on her path to vying for the throne.
And as the sect master of Cold Abyss Spirit Palace, Mu Hanxi could be said to represent the support of the entire Cold Abyss Spirit Palace as well.
She truly could not understand why Mu Hanxi would suddenly resign when everything had been going so well.
Wasn't this screwing her over!?
In her anxiety, Zhao Qingran sent out countless messages in succession, hoping to ask Mu Hanxi for the reason.
Yet every message vanished like a stone sinking into the sea. Mu Hanxi never responded.
She had wanted to come and ask her face-to-face long ago.
Just as the Great Sheng Dynasty was discussing the selection of envoys to attend the ceremony and finalizing the accompanying personnel, she volunteered herself and insisted on making the trip to Cold Abyss Spirit Palace.
Zhao Qingran had waited for a long time, growing so restless that she could neither sit nor stand, before Mu Hanxi finally entered.
She wore a simple white dress rather than the formal robes of the sect master. Her hair was merely pinned up in a plain bun, and she wore no makeup at all. She looked far more haggard than before.
"Master!"
Zhao Qingran hurried forward, sounding deeply aggrieved.
"Why did you suddenly resign as sect master? Did you ever think about me?"
Mu Hanxi looked at this prized disciple of hers, a bitter smile appearing on her face.
She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, yet