——
Shi Qingjun lowered her head, her gaze calm.
It wasn't that she had accepted the situation, but for a moment she had given up on thinking.
The Qing Jun of Chaoyun Sect, who seemed to have long transcended the world's changes, was in truth a very simple and pure person.
Previously, besides the goal of ascension, she cared for nothing else, which defined her character—whether it was schemes or intrigues, they held no meaning to her, so she could disregard them entirely.
But now, the Immortal Chaoyun who descended from the heavens began to use her mind to ponder over things, forcibly redirecting her vision from the Heavenly Dao to the mundane... and found her once clear mind somewhat inadequate.
The simplest example being, even as Ah Qing's sword dance was nearing its end, Shi Qingjun's mind was still in a state of chaos—
She was merely sitting there, slowly eating the fruit in her hand, her thoughts fragmented.
