As soon as he stepped out, Ye Lin saw Yun Qiyue walking toward him.
"Junior Brother."
"Senior Sister."
Ye Lin nodded, taking it as a greeting.
"Come on. Second Senior Sister is here—I'll take you to meet her."
"Second Senior Sister?"
"That's right. She came from the Central Region."
"Let's go."
Ye Lin followed behind Yun Qiyue all the way toward the main hall.
"Senior Sister, how is Hua Feiyi doing?"
"She's fine. She's only lost one simp, that's all."
Ye Lin was speechless.
So in the end, that guy had only been a simp.
"There are many pursuing Hua Feiyi. Even cultivators from the Central Region have taken a liking to her, so... you understand."
"I understand."
Seeing the cryptic smile on his senior sister's face, Ye Lin nodded lightly.
He... probably understood.
During their conversation, the two had already arrived inside the main hall.
Only then did Ye Lin see a figure standing at the very top of the hall.
"Senior Sister, this is our Little Junior Brother."
Yun Qiyue voluntarily stepped aside and introduced him.
"Greetings, Senior Sister."
Looking at that graceful back, Ye Lin took the initiative to greet her.
The next moment, the figure slowly turned around.
At last, Ye Lin got a clear look at this senior sister's appearance.
How should he put it?
For someone of such cultivation, their looks were naturally beyond reproach.
Her face seemed carved from icy jade; her features were exquisite, yet held not the slightest trace of softness.
Her brows resembled distant mountains tinged with dark dye, her eyes like cold pools of still water. Her nose was high, her thin lips lightly pressed together, and her entire being exuded a frosty aloofness that kept others a thousand miles away.
Her skin was exceedingly fair—not the warm, lustrous