Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

These maids of Qingqi were all brought up by her since childhood and then embarked on the path of spiritual practice. Although they were not very talented, at least they were able to extend their lifespan and maintain eternal youth.

The maid behind her combed Qingzhi's hair. Qingzhi signaled her to call everyone outside in, and all the maids stood in a row neatly.

Qing Chicai said, "You are also cultivators, and you should be able to see my current situation. If you want to continue to stay here, I will tell the new headmaster to let you be treated like ordinary disciples. If you still have unfinished ties with the world, you can leave and look for your relatives."

Several maids were silent for a long time. Finally, a woman who looked a little older came out and said with sobs, "Princess, we have accompanied you all the way. We are worried about each other. We were originally in the imperial city and were sold to enter the palace. If we are relatives, we don't have any worries. Let us stay."

Qing Chi seemed to have anticipated their answers and did not ask any more questions. The silence in the other world was eerie. Qing Chi's gaze passed through the beads and looked outside. The peach forest created by the formation was still crimson, and she inevitably thought of Yan Zhen.

When Qingqi was still in the palace, he knew that one day he would become a victim of politics, but God treated her well and gave her the talent to cultivate and meet a person she loved. They did not have flowers and moonlight, nor did they have music and dance, but the silent yet audible companionship they had in their lonely years was enough.

Three days later will be the ceremony for the new leader to ascend the throne.

Everything was kept very clean, as if the battle a few days ago had never happened, as if it was just a dream.

But everyone knew that some people's departure was a farewell forever, and all the people from various sects who came to the scene were dressed in plain clothes. Yao Yao, dressed in white, sat in the seat of the Hehuan Sect, and next to him were the seats of Yuebai and Qingqi.

Qingchi had a veil covering her face, and Yuebai had not yet taken a seat. Qingchi nodded to Yaoyao, and Yaoyao returned the gesture.

At this time, Yan Zhen's voice came from outside the door: "It's almost time, let's get started."

The next person who came in was Yuebai and Yi Lan. They were both wearing the sect's robes. Yuebai was wearing a bright blue elder's robe with tassels on the cuffs and collar, and all the necessary waist accessories. However, because the previous sect leader had just passed away, she didn't have any hair accessories on her head, only a white headband to hold her hair up.

She seldom dressed so solemnly. Yi Lu followed Yue Bai, looking at Yue Bai's back, and suddenly recalled the scene where they made their bond in Meng Hongchen.

Now the clothes worn by the two people are very similar. They are all clothes arranged by the sect for sacrificial ceremonies. Yan Zhen's voice came again.

"According to the will of heaven and earth..." The voice in his ears gradually faded away, and Yi Li inevitably thought of the wedding. Yue Bai's shadow was deeply engraved in his heart and also remained in the dream that had lasted for many years.

Coming back to his thoughts, Yi Li looked at Yue Bai who was already standing on the steps, walked up slowly, and took the sect leader's order from Yue Bai.

"The world has lost its way, the people are in trouble, and the three realms are devastated by unprovoked disasters. I hope you can uphold benevolence and righteousness and live up to the sect's expectations." Yuebai gave his final instructions.

"Disciple will definitely keep Master's teachings in mind." Yi Li stroked the palm of his hand which was still warm and answered solemnly.

Everyone was happy that the disaster was over and the new leader was on the throne, but a few people felt more depressed.