Dong dong dong dong dong!
Just as Jing Lian was about to go mad, a bell rang out, echoing through the entire hall.
"Jing Lian, the Palace Mistress has arrived..."
Hearing this, the female disciple's expression changed, and she hurriedly called to the girl before her.
"Yes!"
Casting Nie Yun a cold glance, Jing Lian clenched her pearly teeth, covered her face with the gauze veil again, then let out a breath before turning with the female disciple to look toward the entrance of the hall.
Ceremonial music began to play as several figures approached. At their head was a middle-aged woman with a cold air between her brows. The women behind her all possessed the strength of Golden Armored Generals.
What an imposing display...
Seeing that the ceremonial music arrived before the person herself, Nie Yun sighed inwardly.
He had met the Eternal Night Emperor, the Qianxue Emperor, and most Sovereigns. This was the first time he had seen someone put on such airs. No wonder she possessed so many rare medicinal herbs yet remained only a second-rate sect. How could anyone cultivate properly in such an environment?
Moreover, according to Nie Tong, this woman had an eccentric temperament and was stubbornly self-opinionated. She surely had no desire to communicate with others. Cultivation was not like building a cart behind closed doors; it was experience painstakingly summarized by generations of sages and wise predecessors. It would truly be strange if someone with such a temperament could cultivate to the peak.
"Jing Lian, why are you here?"
Upon entering the hall, the middle-aged woman swept her gaze around. When she saw Jing Lian standing to one side, her brows furrowed slightly.
"Reporting to Master, this disciple was worried about the medicinal herbs in the herb garden and came to take