A rare sight was in front of the Qing-Yun Sect’s doors: both the sect master and all four chief elders were waiting for the disciples’ return. Sect Master Chen Xuanhua had already received word that the Qing-Yun disciples had successfully completed the mission and would arrive at the sect doors within just a burn of incense, and so he’d invited all four chief elders to wait here together with him.
The four chief elders wore four different expressions. Elder Tie Rukuang was all smiles, and his black beard quivered nonstop. The pale and beardless face of elder Xiao Shanhe was as cold as ice, with both eyes lowered and his lips sealed shut. The scholarly Shuwen Valley’s chief elder looked rather helpless. As for the red-robed Chief Elder Qin’nyao, she was calm as she looked towards the sky in a way that made it impossible to tell what she was thinking.
