First Elder Murong Mei sat squarely on the high platform, her face covered by a black veil. Like a piece of dark silk from the night sky, it completely concealed her breathtaking beauty, a visage so peerless it could captivate all creation. Yet, her graceful and alluring figure betrayed her, instantly drawing every gaze the moment she appeared.
In recent days, Murong Mei had been in seclusion, attempting to break through the bottleneck of her cultivation. Yet for reasons unknown, whenever she tried to calm her mind and meditate, an unspeakable sense of restlessness would surge from deep within, preventing her from concentrating fully. It happened that just at this time, the Qingyang Sect was holding its annual grand sect tournament. After some thought, Murong Mei decided to temporarily set aside her cultivation and come watch the grand event. After all, she had rarely attended such grand tournaments in the past.
The numerous disciples and other elders beneath the platform were secretly astonished to see Murong Mei make an appearance. They widened their eyes with expressions of sheer disbelief, as if they had laid eyes upon some rare and precious treasure. One had to know that usually, Murong Mei kept to herself, entirely devoted to the path of cultivation, and almost never participated in such sect activities. Her sudden arrival in person caught everyone completely off guard, setting off a wave of murmuring among the crowd.
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