Feng Ci was as gentle and modest as a kindly breeze, and the oldest of their generation. Their families had always kept in touch, and she had taken good care of the younger boys and girls. As children, he, Old Jiang, and the others had all regarded her as their own elder sister.
Feng Ci turned back with a smile. Without another word, she drifted away into the cloudy sky like a wisp of breeze.
"Sister Feng Ci..." Yun Yuan and Jiang Shouzhuo watched her leave.
The attendees stepped off the Cloud-Embracing Summit. The mighty figures who had practically been ready to throw themselves on the floor and kick up a fuss at the round table swiftly composed themselves. Light flowed over their robes, their bearing became lofty and immortal, and they once again looked every bit the exalted, respectable powers the outside world knew.
Below the mountain steps, the accompanying disciples and Dao guardians had long been waiting in anxious agitation, constantly scanning the summit for movement.
Now that they finally saw their ancestors return, they hurried forward to gather around them.
"Ancestor, did something happen on the Cloud-Embracing Summit?"
"Sect Master, did the Yun Clan..."
Before they could finish, a single glance from their elder forced the words back down their throats.
True Person Xuanwei flicked his horsetail whisk, his face expressionless.
"Nothing happened."
"The great assembly of the Nine Heavens has reached its decisions. We return to the sect at once."
"Yes!" The Supreme Dao Sect disciples dared say nothing further and bowed in salute.
Zen Master Mingjing pressed his palms together, and the Buddhist disciples immediately lowered their heads and chanted sutras.
Jiang Shouzhuo tapped his wine flask, and the Jiang Clan disciples hurriedly and respectfully helped him back into his green-ox wine carriage.
These mighty