"Senior Sister Xu!" Seeing her, Yang Zhiyi hurried forward to greet her.
Seeing that she alone had emerged from the formation, Xu Xiaoyu gave a faint laugh.
Yet she was neither warm nor cold toward Yang Zhiyi's enthusiasm.
"Your Peach Blossom Island's formations really are interesting-"
She walked slowly forward, showing no intention of stopping to speak with Yang Zhiyi.
"Where is the banquet being held? Lead the way."
Yang Zhiyi's expression stiffened at this, a jumble of feelings filling her heart.
Senior Sister must hate me to the bone.
She and Xu Xiaoyu were both personal disciples of Elder Mingxuan of the Luo River Goddess Palace. They had grown up together and were as close as sisters.
They had even formed their Golden Cores at almost the same time.
Everyone who mentioned the two of them spoke with envy.
Yet a few years ago, their Dao Paths had taken completely different directions.
The six halls of the Luo River Goddess Palace each had their own duties.
Yang Zhiyi and three other senior brothers and sisters had now been personally selected by the Palace Master as the next masters of Yiyin, Lianjie, Suimo, and Shuiyue Halls.
They respectively represented the highest attainments and leading figures among the Luo River Goddess Palace's younger generation in the four arts of qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Becoming the successors of these four main halls naturally meant boundless prospects and an outpouring of resources.
Xu Xiaoyu, however, had been assigned to Weiye Hall by Elder Mingxuan.
That was where the Luo River Goddess Palace sheltered helpless, displaced mortal women and low-level female cultivators.
The Luo River Goddess Palace taught them the four arts and gave them a haven where they could settle and make a living, allowing them to find a measure of stability