"Little Lu, stay obediently with your master. Whatever you do, do not run around recklessly in the near future. We will handle and arrange all the remaining storms for you. You need not worry about any of it."
Ye Qingluan raised a hand and gently rubbed Jiang Lu's head. Her palm moved softly and tenderly, yet the heavy worry between her brows could not be concealed.
Jiang Lu knew full well that the eyes of the world were focused upon her. It was no longer a time when she could act as she pleased.
She obediently lowered her eyes and nodded.
Once Ye Qingluan and the First Elder, Jiang Xuan, had gradually disappeared from view and completely left the courtyard, silence returned to the yard.
Only then did Jiang Lu slowly walk over and sit beside the bluestone table in the courtyard.
She cast aside her distracting thoughts, sat upright, and closed her eyes in concentration. She immediately entered meditation, settling her heart to stabilize her cultivation.
Ye Qing, standing quietly nearby, took in every one of her movements.
With his hands behind his back, he stepped forward and stood silently some distance away. His dark eyes were deep and somber, veiled by a sorrow and concern that could not be dispelled.
In terms of theoretical knowledge, Jiang Lu now far surpassed cultivators of her generation.
Yet she had cultivated for too short a time and lacked far too much practical experience. Her solid theoretical foundation was more than sufficient, but her sharp combat and killing techniques were woefully lacking.
Now that her fame had surged and all eyes were upon her, the coming Heaven's Chosen Competition would be a battlefield where the world's Heavenly Prodigies clashed.
When that time came, heroes would gather from every quarter. Everyone knew she