There was a figure in the hall. He was wearing a white robe. He was sitting quietly. Even though he wasn't handsome, he was warm and honest. Even though his figure and bearing weren't refined, the more one looked at him, the more one would feel a sense of trust.
Yu Qingling couldn't help but rub her eyes. That figure was still there! "It's not an illusion." She bit her lower lip and walked over, suppressing the discomfort in her heart.
Yu Qingling came back to her senses when she sat on the jade chair. A look of disbelief appeared on her elegant and quiet face. The most difficult thing for a special-class guest elder of the True Treasure Pavilion was the second assessment. Many candidates stopped here. Those who could pass had reached an extremely deep level of attainment in technique. Her talent in alchemy was outstanding. Her father and master, and many seniors were certain that she could pass.
That was the truth.
