A golden dangling hairpin nestled askew in raven tresses,
Her jade-like face shone with an almost unbearable charm.
Once, she had glanced back at the Jade Pool,
And shamed a hundred flowers into withering across the ground.
The woman wore a pale blue Daoist robe and no makeup, yet her beauty defied description.
The air unique to the Immortal Realm that graced her was truly beyond compare.
"Patriarch..."
The moment the woman appeared, the surrounding disciples of the Ice Jade Immortal Sect dropped to their knees in a sweeping wave.
Yet she only stared at He Pingsheng, transfixed.
He Pingsheng chuckled.
He said nothing, but the woman had already recognized him.
"Y-young master?" The woman trembled all over. The lofty bearing with which she had stood above the Immortal Realm came crashing down. Now she stood before He Pingsheng like nothing more than a maidservant and asked, "Young master... is it you?"
"I-I-I..."
"This servant... this servant..."
"To think this servant would see you again in this lifetime!"
"Boohoo..."
The woman burst straight into sobs.
"All right!" He Pingsheng reached out and patted her back a few times. "Don't cry. You've lived for countless years, and you're still sniveling?"
"Are these all your disciples and their disciples?"
The woman nodded. "Yes, young master!"
He Pingsheng asked again, "What about the Ice Jade Immortal Sect?"
The woman said, "The Ice Jade Immortal Sect was founded by one of this servant's disciples!"
"Mm..." He Pingsheng pointed at Zhu Dong beside him. "This man is an old acquaintance of mine from the lower realm. He has a life-and-death feud with the Ice Jade Immortal Sect!"
"How about I intervene today and dissolve the cause and effect between you?"
"Yes, young master!" the woman said. "I'll arrange it right away!"
Within a few breaths,