Li Xuanfeng waited silently. At last, the golden-robed woman who had remained motionless in the air descended like a breeze, a leaden glow shimmering around her.1

Her face remained hidden behind a veil of white gauze, concealing her features as she spoke gently, "Regarding today’s matter, my Golden Feather Sect shares the same view. Since Mount Changhuai is friendly with us… perhaps you could give me this courtesy."0

Only after she spoke did Qing Jifang’s expression ease. With the Taibai Star still gleaming in the sky above, he could only reply, "Since this is Senior Qiushui’s stance, let this dharma artifact be handled by the Golden Feather Sect…"0

Zhang Qiushui was cautious, unwilling to accept the words directly. She responded softly, "This is a matter for Chongming. I only hope...0