Shangqing sect, Maoshan.
The haze that had lasted for several days had finally passed. Early this morning, the sun broke through the clouds and sprinkled its warm light on the steps, the blue tiles, the stone well, and the great sect that had been passed down for thousands of years.
However, the bright sunlight could not break through the haze in Qing Huizi's heart.
After the morning class, Qing Huizi met the Supreme headmaster in front of the ancestral hall. The Supreme headmaster, with his silver hair like frost and a ruddy face, was slightly stunned when he saw her. "Qing Huizi, why didn't you send your brother off when he went down the mountain to travel?"
"I'll go now." Qing Huizi lowered his head.
She said her goodbyes in a low voice, lowered her head slightly, and left in small, hurried steps.