When Lan Yue switched to someone else's gossip, all the elders breathed a sigh of relief.
At last, they no longer had to listen to their own sordid pasts every day while studying formation arts here.
If they had to keep listening, even the strongest willpower might not be enough to hold out.
Of course, as long as it did not involve them, other people's gossip was still delicious-take the Scarlet Moon Sect Master, for instance.
Not only was Lan Yue curious, but they all wanted to know who the Scarlet Moon Sect Master's Dao Companion was.
They had heard that her daughter had already reached nascent soul. Reaching nascent soul in a hundred years truly made her a heaven-blessed genius; even many of the elders could not compare.
No wonder Elder Whitebrow had kept seeking substitutes early on. He probably knew very well how slim his chances of becoming her Dao Companion were.
Amid their curious gazes, the Scarlet Moon Sect Master had already flown to the mountain range on the outskirts of the Southern Spirit Sect.
Yet before she could slip all the way back to her own sect, she spotted her daughter flying toward her.
"Wan Xing, why are you here too?" The Scarlet Moon Sect Master was shocked.
Then, remembering the gossip little Lan Yue was about to dig into, she immediately had a bad feeling.
"Mother, I was just coming to thank the Southern Spirit Sect. It was thanks to several of their disciples that the Dust-Forgetting Sect escaped that last disaster."
Wan Xing was referring to the time the devil race had sneaked into the Dust-Forgetting Sect.
Although Lan Yue had scared those devils away without doing anything, the consequences would indeed have been unimaginable without her.
So, after arranging the sect's various affairs,