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Baopu Peak, Transmission Hall.
As dawn broke, a group of ten-year-old children paired up on the White Jade Plaza before the hall, practicing basic sword techniques.
Chen Ye did not rush to reveal himself, but hid and stood at a corner of the eaves on the hall's roof, looking down with great interest.
His gaze quickly locked onto the figure at the center of the crowd.
Zhang Chuxi was wearing the standard disciple robe of Baopu Peak today, and though it was a uniform Taoist robe, it couldn't hide her noble demeanor.
Chen Ye had to admit.
This wicked little group's appearance was indeed extremely beautiful and cute.
Her skin was whiter than snow, like the finest suet white jade.
The eyes that often appeared arrogant or fearful in front of him were now calm and serene, as tranquil as water.
The breeze swept by, lifting a few strands of hair by her temples. She raised her hand to gently tuck them back, her movements smooth and pleasing, utterly like an ethereal fairy.
