Near dusk, Ye Nan was brought to Lingxiao Courtyard by two disciples.
What he had seen along the way had given him a certain understanding of Qingxiao Sect. Everywhere, he had seen its prosperity and strength.
He couldn't help wondering: if his master really had come to Qingxiao Sect for revenge, why did the sect seem to have no defenses up?
Had he overthought it? Had his master not come to Qingxiao Sect for revenge after all?
That made sense. If his master really were an enemy of Qingxiao Sect, these two disciples would surely have made him suffer.
As he recalled the sights along Qingxiao Mountain—the female disciples, as beautiful as immortals, and the male disciples, full of youthful vigor—their bearing filled Ye Nan with longing.
How wonderful it would be if he could practice martial arts in a sect like this.
Entering Lingxiao Courtyard, Ye Nan saw a group of people seated around a long table, preparing to eat.
His gaze was drawn to Li Qingqiu, who sat at the very center. Ye Nan was stunned by her. He had never met anyone with such an extraordinary, otherworldly air. Li Qingqiu was also exceedingly handsome, as if he had stepped straight out of a painting.
If immortals truly existed in this world, they would surely look like him.
That was what Ye Nan thought.
Li Qingqiu glanced at him and asked, "You're Mo Li's disciple, Ye Nan, right?"
Ye Nan came back to himself and asked cautiously, "Who is Mo Li?"
"Your master, the one who's blind," Zhang Yuchun said, scrutinizing Ye Nan.
His inclination was to uproot the problem completely, or else pretend none of this had happened. But Eldest Senior Brother had insisted on having this boy brought back, and Zhang Yuchun couldn't figure out why.