The girl beneath the bamboo hat bore a striking resemblance to Pei Lingshuang. Both had features like a painting and exquisitely sculpted bones, yet their temperaments were entirely different, like the moon reflected in two pools: though both received the same clear radiance, each revealed its own beauty through different waters.
Pei Lingshuang was cold and aloof, like the ice that never melted atop a snowy peak, keeping everyone a thousand miles away. This girl possessed a different air altogether.
Her eyes were clear, and a quiet serenity and detachment suffused her whole being. Even reunited with her blood sister, she showed little emotional fluctuation. Only compassion filled her gaze as she looked at Pei Lingshuang.
"Lingxuan?!"
Pei Lingshuang's delicate brows drew together slightly.
During this period of cultivation, Pei Lingshuang had not merely made tremendous progress in her martial power. She had also advanced greatly in the spiritual realm. Even Bai Xiuxiu had touched the level of spirit refining; how could she fall behind?
Spirit-refining experts possessed keen spiritual perception. She could clearly sense the blood connection between herself and the girl opposite her. There was no doubt that this was her younger sister.
Yet beyond that, she felt so utterly unfamiliar.
"It's me!" Pei Lingxuan sighed. Compassion rose upon her face. Holding her willow-woven bamboo hat, her robes fluttering in the wind, she almost resembled the greatly merciful Guanyin enshrined in a temple, surrounded by a holy, unfathomable aura.
The many martial artists present looked toward her, then lowered their eyes one after another. An involuntary urge to prostrate themselves in worship arose within them, and they dared not look directly upon her face.
Pei Lingxuan gazed at Pei Lingshuang and spoke softly. "Sister, you must have suffered terribly all these years."
"The Seven Emotions Spirit-Refining Method?" Pei