The night wind blew, the silver bamboo forest by the lake rustled, and ripples spread across the lake, layer upon layer of Immortal Light.
Qin Ming walked out of the palace halls and stepped onto the velvet‑like lawn. There were many young prodigies here as well, gathered in small clusters of three or five, and in the blink of an eye some acquaintances were already walking toward him.
Lu Zheng, known as Lesser Celestial Venerable, glanced at his younger sister and jerked his chin at her in indication.
Lu Jingli naturally also saw Qin Ming appear. Her fair fingers held a crystalline wine cup; after a slight hesitation, she did not walk over immediately.
She felt somewhat resistant. In the past, she had an indifferent attitude, obeying the family's arrangements, choosing an excellent person as Dao companion regardless of origin.
