"Martial Uncle, it will soon be time to select disciples for the inner gate. My Master has asked you to prepare," Li Xiaoman said with a bow. She appeared ethereal, her dark hair drifting, her white dress spotless and immaculate.
"I understand," the Mountain Master of the Eastern Vein acknowledged with a nod.
Ye Fan's heart stirred. Could entering the inner gate bring him closer to the nine secret arts? He had to seize this opportunity; surely others harbored the same thought.
Recently, he had been keeping a close watch on Li Xiaoman but hadn't seen her interacting with anyone noteworthy, nor could he find any trace of Hua Yunfei.
He believed Hua Yunfei had to be in the Qin Sect; he just didn't know his guise. He had hoped to find him through Li Xiaoman but had found no openings or leads.
"Martial Uncle, I shall take my leave," Li Xiaoman said, performing another bow. Her sleeves fluttered as she flew into the distant sky like an exiled Immortal fairy.
