At this moment, the woman sat desolately at the foot of the hall steps, staring blankly into the depths of the grand hall.
As the bright sun gradually set in the west, she saw no trace of the true disciple, and despair welled up in her heart.
Her gaze was distant and unfocused, and in a daze, she seemed to see the scenes of this morning again.
"Yan Xiu, these are the top-quality Golden Cloud Pills I've collected. Their effectiveness is better, and there's minimal pill toxicity. Take them back and train diligently, don't hold back," Qi Yu, adorned in a joyful red wedding dress, extended a porcelain bottle to her with delicate, pale hands emerging from wide sleeves.
"Senior Sister Qi Yu? Why don't you leave, why aren't you leaving? Once you leave, it won't matter anymore, who can stop you?" Lu Yanxiu was suddenly shocked and couldn't help but feel sorrowful.
