Meng wept for a long while. Her frailty had long vanished, and that trace of stubbornness showed again in her eyes.
After only a moment's thought, she said softly, "Thank you for your words, Cult Master, and thank you for respecting this disciple's choice."
As she spoke, she reached for the Purple Phoenix Hairpin.
"Hahaha!" Abbess Jingyi said to Abbess Jinggang with a laugh, "Congratulations, Senior Disciple Sister. I never expected Mujun to find such a fine little girl. It seems Ruijin Hall will soon be hosting a joyous occasion!"
"Indeed..." Abbess Jinggang also smiled. "When the time comes, we will need to invite Cult Master—"
Before Abbess Jinggang could finish, a disciple came running in disheveled and out of breath, shouting, "Senior Brother Xi! Senior Brother Xi! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"
Yet the moment he entered and saw Abbess Jingyi and Abbess Jinggang, he froze where he stood!
Xi Mujun had been watching expectantly as Meng's hand neared the Purple Phoenix Hairpin. Hearing someone call for him, he could not help flying into a rage. Meng was also startled, and her hand stopped before the hairpin.
Xi Mujun looked at Meng with great reluctance and smiled. "Junior Sister Zixia, go ahead and take the Purple Phoenix Hairpin. Let me first ask what has happened."
Meng gave a radiant smile. "You should ask about the matter first. There is no rush for our affairs, and Cult Master is right here before us. If Cult Master says I delayed your official business, I could not bear that responsibility."
"Hehe." Xi Mujun smiled, looking magnanimous as he turned and rebuked the disciple. "What are you shouting for? How are you usually taught? Only by remaining calm even when a mountain collapses before your face can you become someone