Elsewhere at the venue.
Ye Qingxian was handling the sect's affairs, keeping an eye on her Junior Sister's every move from the corner of her eye.
When she saw her Junior Sister approach the registration desk, her expression stiffened a little. She was even somewhat angry that her Junior Sister was being disobedient and not taking care of herself.
The next second.
When her Junior Sister stopped to speak with someone else, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It was only talking. Who couldn't talk?
Then, she suddenly tensed up again.
Wait. What was her Junior Sister doing?
Why was her Junior Sister getting closer and closer to the registration desk?
Did she even know that she was merely a young female cultivator who had been an adult for many years? Women like her were highly sought after wherever they went, so countless ill-intentioned people would flock to her. And the more of those people who approached her, the likelier she was to run into a Dao Companion who would treat her like trash.
Ye Qingxian was furious.
Why wouldn't her Junior Sister listen to a word she said? Why didn't she know to take care of herself?
"Senior Sister Qingxian, you..."
A nearby Inner Sect Disciple watched Ye Qingxian slowly crush a weapon the sect was about to hand out into scrap metal. She was so frightened that she couldn't manage a complete sentence.
Ye Qingxian turned back, smiled gently, and said, "It's nothing. Go on."
"Do you... still want the sect's assistance?"
The disciple glanced at the weapon wreckage tossed on the ground. "N-no, I don't."
"I still have something to do, Senior Sister Qingxian. You... you carry on."
She bolted away in a flash.
That was terrifying. She'd threatened someone without a word of warning.
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