Pure Truth Heaven.
From afar, the sect looked like a brilliant rosy cloud suspended high in the sky, never fading.
Its luxuriant splendor shimmered in seven colors, radiant and dazzling.
The rosy clouds stretched for thousands of miles, bathing the rivers and mountains in dazzling light, magnificent and eye-catching.
At that moment, two disciples in rosy skirts and moon-white shawls, with lovely faces and jade-like complexions, strode through the clouds, flowers blooming beneath their feet as they hurried toward a high platform in the depths.
The one half a step ahead had arched brows and limpid eyes, a lovely face and radiant beauty, and an air of grace and nobility. She was like a hundred flowers bursting into bloom, her beauty enough to topple a city. She was none other than the Heavenly Maiden, Yan Minghua.
The one behind her wore her hair in a blade-like bun beneath a kingfisher-feathered hibiscus crown, with hairpins inserted on either side. Her skin was as white as snow, her face as lovely as a flower, and her eyes were like peach blossoms. She wore a green jacket and white skirt, with an orange sash and blue-green ribbons. As she moved, her robes and ribbons fluttered, lending her an elegant air. She was none other than the true disciple Qiao Ciguang.
Their wide sleeves fluttered as they walked. With each step, pale pink flowers coalesced from thin air beneath their feet, bearing them up. Flowers bloomed and fell as they moved, scattering like rain. Set against the colorful clouds all around them, they looked like celestial beings, breathtakingly beautiful.
However, both Yan Minghua and Qiao Ciguang seemed distracted, as if each had something on her mind.
Suddenly, Qiao Ciguang sent her a voice transmission. "Senior Sister, do you know why the Sect Master summoned