System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

After bidding farewell to Senior Sister Piaoxue, Qinglian and Junior Sister Fengyue traveled together, leaving Piaoxue Peak with light, graceful steps.

Their figures moved like leaves in the wind, rushing straight towards the Hall of Proof of the Dao, the deepest part of the sect.

The Hall of Proof of the Dao, one of the four main halls, is a huge building that is a hundred meters high and covers an area equivalent to the size of a football field. Inside, in addition to the huge arena for debating and fighting, there are spectator seats all around.

When the two arrived at the Hall of Proof of the Dao, they saw that the viewing area inside the hall was already filled with many senior brothers and sisters from the third generation of disciples.

The crowd either whispered among themselves or craned their necks in anticipation, all waiting for the grand discourse to begin.

Among the second-generation disciples, many elites also flocked to the event, but those second-generation disciples whom Qinglian regarded as prodigies failed to appear.

The few second-generation disciples who were so highly praised by Qinglian were naturally all prodigies among the second-generation disciples, including the reincarnated immortal, Senior Sister Piaoxue.

When Feng Yue carried Qing Lian into the Hall of Proof of the Dao, it instantly caused quite a stir within the hall.

Many of the most outstanding disciples of the third generation were attracted by Qinglian's unparalleled beauty and good temper, and rushed to pay their respects upon hearing the news.

In front of Senior Sister Piaoxue, Qinglian was like an innocent and playful little girl, displaying her lively and quirky nature.

However, when facing her junior brothers and sisters among the third-generation disciples, she was extremely restrained, quietly suppressing her playfulness and displaying the dignified and composed demeanor of a senior sister.

To everyone who came to pay their respects, she would simply nod slightly and offer a gentle smile. Though the smile was faint, it was like a spring breeze, warming the heart.

"Qinglian, you're finally back! I've been so worried about you all these years you've been training away from home." Her voice arrived before she did.

As the many third-generation disciples were exchanging pleasantries with Qinglian, they suddenly saw Junior Brother Haoyue arrive. They all understood each other perfectly, exchanged smiles, and then discreetly withdrew, leaving behind only a meaningful smile.

Everyone secretly thought to themselves that they should not act as "light fixtures" here, lest they ruin this delicate atmosphere.

Because of this subconscious influence, many of the older disciples from the third generation treated Haoyue with great courtesy and gave him plenty of face.

Haoyue, however, was completely unaware of this and thought that it was because he was good enough that he had won the favor of his fellow disciples. He couldn't help but feel secretly proud.

Qinglian was in a fairly pleasant mood, surrounded by greetings from her fellow disciples.

But at that moment, the voice that made her feel so uncomfortable suddenly rang out, like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the warmth in her heart.

The gentle smile that had been on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold indifference.

If it weren't for the deep connection between the two of them in their ancestors' generation, Qinglian probably wouldn't have even given him a second glance.

"Hmm." Qinglian's indifference was already evident in her words, and her attitude was extremely straightforward.

However, Haoyue seemed like a stubborn person, as if she were trapped in a beautiful dream she had woven herself, ignoring Qinglian's indifference and remaining as ardent as ever.

"Junior Brother Haoyue." Upon seeing this, Senior Sister Fengyue frowned slightly, looking at Haoyue who was standing nearby with a smile on his face, and scolded, "Senior Sister Qinglian is a second-generation disciple after all. How can you be so disrespectful of proper etiquette?"

Among the second-generation disciples, Junior Sister Fengyue and Qinglian were kindred spirits and close friends, understanding each other deeply. Fengyue knew her good friend Qinglian's hardships and helplessness, so she never gave Haoyue a kind look whenever she saw him.

Haoyue's face turned deathly pale instantly, as white as a sheet of paper, after being reprimanded so mercilessly by Fengyue.

He smiled awkwardly, then cupped his hands in a salute to Qinglian and Fengyue, forcing himself to remain calm as he said, "Junior brother, greetings to Senior Sister Qinglian and Senior Sister Fengyue."