Ye Chuqi: "..." She had never had any particular feelings about birthdays or coming-of-age ceremonies, but with everyone egging her on, the occasion had started to feel rather important. Especially since she had not seen Ye Qinglan in so long, she had been looking forward to it.
Yet Ye Qinglan still had not appeared, and Ye Chuqi felt uncomfortable all over.
Hanging from Ye Chuqi's belt, San San's tuft of hair bobbed as San San laughed. "Why do I get the feeling you're uncomfortable because of that outfit, not because our brother hasn't shown up?"
Although Ye Chuqi now looked perfectly composed and moved freely, when she first put on this outfit, she had practically forgotten how to walk. After all, she was wearing high heels, and the skirt had a long, trailing hem. What probably made her most uncomfortable, though, was that the fabric was different from what she usually wore. She was used to running wild, and she was quite strong herself. She worried that one careless movement might tear her dress, turning today's banquet into a scene of utter humiliation.
The most important part of the afternoon was undoubtedly the blessing the High Priest had come in person to bestow upon Ye Chuqi for her Coming-of-Age Ceremony. Such an honor would have made even the nobles of the Imperial Capital jealous.
The High Priest wore snow-white robes, with faint embroidery visible only along the edges—the emblem of the Light God Temple. The scepter that symbolized his position as the temple's High Priest radiated a gentle, peaceful aura in the sunlight.
There was nothing imposing about him. He was as kindly as an old grandfather next door. Yet this very man held the most revered position on the Raila Continent, one even more important than that of His