"There's movement in Purple Cloud Grotto-Heaven!"
"Yingcai has emerged from seclusion!"
Sensing the ripples emanating from the clan's inheritance ground, the many high-ranking cultivators of the Dongfang Clan who had remained behind hurried over.
Outside the grotto-heaven, they arrived just in time to see Dongfang Yingcai slowly emerge, her feet treading upon rippling spiritual light.
More than twenty years had passed, and not a trace of her former girlishness could now be found.
Her hair was still tied high as it had been in the past. Her eyes were bright and lively as the moon, with a hidden sharpness between her brows. Her features were beautiful without being coquettish; instead, they carried a valiant, heroic air.
Her looks could not be called world-toppling or city-captivating, yet her exceptionally refined bearing gave her an indescribably fresh and pristine beauty.
Time had left few marks upon her. Rather, like a master craftsman, it had carved her into something ever more exquisite and radiant.
After more than twenty years of groping her way along the long road of cultivation, the lively little girl who had once journeyed alone to the northwest to study had finally obtained wondrous arts, mastered Spirit Communion, and was about to begin her own story upon the Canglan Continent.
"Yingcai greets the esteemed ancestors."
She came to a stop and slowly raised her hands in salute. Though she had not cast any technique, spiritual light flowed endlessly around her.
Those specks of light gathered together like a thin veil of strange and magnificent beauty draped over Dongfang Yingcai.
At the sight of this extraordinary phenomenon, the many senior cultivators of the Dongfang Clan were overjoyed, unable to conceal the excitement on their faces.
For from this change alone, they could tell that their treasured prodigy had finally achieved success