"Yueqiu, the Sect tournament is almost here. With your current level of Dao Practice, not even the Elders' True Disciples are a match for you. So why are you always so gloomy?"
Pei Yuhang walked to the shore of the Hidden Immortal Sea. He looked at the silver-haired young woman sitting on a stone cliff not far away, gazing into the distance, and asked in confusion.
The damp sea breeze swept in, lifting the silver-haired young woman's flowing silver locks. Under the brilliant golden sun, her hair shimmered, as if a whole galaxy of stars were hidden within its strands.
As if waking from a distant memory, she looked at the man who was her master in this world.
But in all these decades, she had never once brought herself to call this Pei Yuhang "Master." She only ever addressed him respectfully as "Palace Master Pei."
For she was the True Disciple of another Pei Yuhang and would never bow to a second master in her life.
