The mansion bustled with activity, as numerous young talents had arrived and were engaged in animated discussions.
The Saintess had already taken her seat. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she appeared pure and flawless. The aura she emitted was particularly sacred—hazy and seemingly untouchable, like a revered goddess.
Whenever someone approached to greet her, she responded to each one, but her gaze often fell on Guang Xiaoyu, who was not far away. Her eyes, like rippling autumn waters, shifted. It was unclear what she was thinking.
Guang Xiaoyu and Zi Ji chose a corner. Xiaoyu seemed quite active, but Zi Ji beside her was very quiet. Perhaps due to the previous slaughter, nobody had dared to approach and speak with Zi Ji so far.
"Diwu Qingrou, I heard you have a mount with an Ancient Bloodline. Is that true?" someone asked, their face full of admiration.
Diwu Qingrou smiled. "Of course."
