Elsewhere, Su Jiu had already returned to the sect ahead of the others, bringing her fellow disciples with her.
As soon as she returned to Ice Veil Peak, she took an object out of her Storage Ring.
It was a bright red skewer of candied hawthorn.
Sitting on the roof of Ice Veil Hall, she gazed at the full moon in the sky and bit into a tart fruit.
Sourness instantly flooded her mouth.
Su Jiu could not help smiling faintly. The last time I ate candied hawthorn, I think I was still in the Foundation Establishment Realm...
So much time has passed without my even noticing...
What Su Jiu did not know was that Chu Luohen had opened his eyes the instant she stepped onto Ice Veil Peak.
Before she leaped onto the roof, he was already watching her from the top floor of a pavilion elsewhere.
He had never imagined that Su Jiu, who seemed so cold by nature, would actually enjoy this sort of mortal snack.
The Su Jiu biting into candied hawthorn was a side of her he had never seen.
That bright red skewer of candied hawthorn lent an unexpected trace of warmth to her cool, aloof bearing.
Without realizing it, Chu Luohen's gaze softened, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly...
More than ten days earlier.
In the Heavenly Secret Sect's main hall, a young man lounged in a chair with one leg crossed over the other, looking thoroughly irreverent.
Around him sat a group of white-bearded old men.
The young man was exceptionally handsome, with sword-like brows, star-bright eyes, and a face like fine jade. Had his posture not ruined his presence, outsiders would surely have considered him an outstanding disciple.
This young man was none other than Yun Huanling, whom