Ye Fan's private courtyard was nestled in a tranquil corner of the Qingyun Sect, surrounded by lush greenery, chirping birds, and fragrant flowers, presenting a picture of exceptional serenity.
At this moment, Lu Xueqi stood before the courtyard gate, draped in a white flowing dress that gave her an ethereal, fairy-like aura.
A trace of faint worry lingered between her brows, yet her entire demeanor remained cold, aloof, and elegant.
Chapter 41