Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziyi was overjoyed and quickly bowed gracefully, her voice clear and melodious: "Thank you, Elder Sect Master."

Her voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and agitation.

She was initially worried that finding Su Chun of the Su family in the vast Wuji Sect would be as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

But now, with the privilege of freely entering and exiting the major peaks, this problem has vanished like smoke.

Elder Bai Mei nodded slightly, then said to Xue Jian beside him, "Xue Jian, take Zhao Ziyi to Feixue Peak to settle down, and pick out a nice, elegant residence for her."

A splendid flower seemed to bloom in Xue Jian's heart, and he was overjoyed.

He thought to himself, if these things are left to him, he and Zhao Ziyi will have more opportunities to get close to each other. Wouldn't that be like being in a favorable position to get the moon first?

Thinking of this, he quickly and respectfully replied, "Yes, Elder Sect Master."

Zhao Ziyi was equally delighted and bowed gracefully to Elder Bai Mei once again: "Thank you, Elder Sect Master."

Then, following Xue Jian's light footsteps, they left the mysterious and secluded cave of Elder Bai Mei.

The White-Browed Elder solemnly unfolded a letter and wrote it with flowing strokes. He then sent it to Chen Tingxue, who was far away in Yanming City, via a bluebird messenger.

Soon, Zhao Ziyi settled down at Wuji Sect.

Feixue Peak, though not the most majestic and spectacular mountain in the Wuji Sect, possesses a unique and serene beauty.

This place is mainly inhabited by outer disciples, with a few inner disciples also living here.

In a corner of Feixue Peak, there is a small courtyard where Su Qianyu's younger sister, Su Chun, lives.

Despite his current cultivation level as a high-level Martial Grandmaster, Su Chun is still only an outer disciple in the Wuji Sect.

Ouyang Yan had deliberately sent messages to Elder Bai Mei and Sect Master Chen Tingxue, luring these two giants of the Wuji Sect to Yin Yang Mountain, where they nearly perished at the hands of Fang Han and Xiang Wantang.

After their return, Su Chun was practically placed under house arrest.

Although she had her own small courtyard, she could not leave it at all except when she was assigned to work and collect herbs. It was as if she was imprisoned in an invisible cage.

During this period, Su Chun's mood was extremely low, filled with frustration and helplessness.

She had almost fallen into the abyss of despair because she knew that due to the information conveyed by her mother, Ouyang Yan, Elder Bai Mei and Sect Master Chen Tingxue had gone to Yin Yang Mountain, and upon their return, she had suffered such treatment.

She was unaware that Ouyang Yan was conveying the astonishing information that Yin-Yang Mountain contained Yin-Yang Trees and Yin-Yang Fruits, but she knew in her heart that her future in the Wuji Sect had become completely bleak.

Her mother, however, vanished without a trace after that incident, never showing up again or having any contact with her.

However, Su Chun, this stubborn woman, did not give up.

In the past few days, heavy snow has been falling from the sky, and the entire Wuji Sect has been covered by a layer of white snow. The work of gathering herbs has also been temporarily suspended.

Su Chun took this opportunity to concentrate on practicing her skills in the courtyard.

Although the Wuji Sect did not provide her with any precious pills to aid her cultivation, she could still freely practice the basic techniques.

She knew that now she could only rely on hard work to cultivate and hope that one day she could reach the Foundation Establishment Realm, and then find a suitable opportunity to break free from the shackles of the Wuji Sect and find her mother, Ouyang Yan.

On the second day after arriving at Wuji Sect, as dawn broke and the snow cleared, Zhao Ziyi, under the pretext of familiarizing herself with the sect's surroundings, embarked on a journey to find Su Chun, harboring ulterior motives.

The Wuji Sect occupies a vast territory with well-arranged buildings. Zhao Ziyi visited many places before finally arriving at Su Chun's residence.

When she gently pushed open the ancient courtyard gate, she saw Su Chun dressed in a plain white training uniform, her figure light and agile, practicing swordsmanship with complete concentration.

The sword flashed, like a snake spitting its tongue, drawing sharp arcs in the air and stirring up gusts of wind that ruffled the stray hairs at her temples.

"You...you're Sister Ziyi, what brings you here?"

Su Chun caught a glimpse of someone intruding out of the corner of her eye, and quickly sheathed her sword, the tip of which touched the ground with a crisp sound.

She was slightly out of breath, her face full of surprise, her eyes fixed on the woman in front of her, trying to find a familiar outline in her memory.

Both of them were from Yanming City. Although Su Chun was sent to Wuji Sect to cultivate from a young age and had little contact with the outside world, they had met once by chance when they were teenagers.

Time flies, and now that they meet again, Su Chun still recognizes Zhao Ziyi at a glance, thanks to that vague yet profound impression.

“That’s right, I am Zhao Ziyi. Now, I have officially become a disciple of the Wuji Sect, and I am also a personal disciple of the sect leader Chen Tingxue.”

Zhao Ziyi smiled confidently and proudly. She strode forward and warmly took Su Chun's hand. The hand was warm and strong, conveying a sense of inexplicable intimacy.

"This...this is true? I thought you were the sword master of the Dragon Abyss Sword Palace, and would definitely be going to the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect."

Su Chun was both surprised and delighted, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

She was already incredibly beautiful, with skin as white as snow and eyebrows as dark as distant mountains. Now, her cheeks were flushed with excitement, making her even more charming and captivating.

However, during her time at the Wuji Sect, due to the subtle attitude of the higher-ups towards her, most of the disciples kept their distance from her and were unwilling to have much contact with her.

This made her feel extremely lonely in the vast Wuji Sect, as if she were a lone boat in a vast ocean, with no one to rely on.

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