Meanwhile.
Lu Miaoge and Lu Ping'an among others arrived at the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Unlike Lu Changsheng's loud proposal to the Qingyun Sect years ago, Qin Yi had received the news early and was eagerly waiting outside the mountain gate.
"Lu Ping'an."
Qin Yi wore the sword robe of a Heavenly Sword Sect disciple, tall and graceful, like a bamboo sword standing tall in spring.
Her black hair was elegantly coiled, and her beautiful face showed traces of time, yet still radiated a heroic and spirited demeanor.
Seeing the group around Lu Ping'an, a hint of reservation appeared on her face. She cupped her hands and said, "Greetings, Miao Ge True Man."
"Little Qin, long time no see."
Lu Miaoge, with a gentle and gracious presence like water, approached warmly, instinctively winning favor, and said, "Just call me Aunt."
"Aunt."
Qin Yi, devoid of her usual sharpness, obediently responded.
