The handover ceremony of the Cloud Hidden Clan chief was a grand affair.

There were quite a few people there.

The leaders of all the factions have arrived.

It wasn't even the new batch of successors, but rather the venerable elders from the past.

Qin Xi's father also came, but she was left in the sect.

She wailed and sent messages to her companions one by one to complain.

Everyone comforted her.

Her coronation ceremony is just over a month away, and we will be able to meet then.

During the handover ceremony, Song Hexi handed the clan chief's seal to Song Tingqi.

The elders smiled and offered their blessings to the new clan leaders and elders.

Song Tingwan deliberately stood at the very edge, but her outstanding temperament made it impossible for the onlookers to ignore her.

The Sleeping Goddess even became an elder of the Hidden Cloud Village.

As expected, and it seemed that the position of a minor elder was something the goddess could easily obtain.

No one would question that if Song Tingwan wanted to, it would be easy for her to transform the title of Goddess from an honorific to one with real power.

Ignoring the various gazes, Song Tingwan quietly returned to the banquet after the handover ceremony was completed.

The group sat at the same table, but Baili Xijiang took a few sips and then started fiddling with the pills. In the meantime, he heard Qin Xi's complaint and burst into laughter.

—Yunyin is quite lively today. I saw that your father drank quite a bit of wine. He, his master, the old clan leader, and Sect Master Yan are all very happy.

Qin Xi was suspicious.

—But my dad hasn't been in a good mood lately.

I often stare at her blankly, and occasionally I smile with satisfaction and pride.

She often felt something was wrong, but when she asked, her father skillfully changed the subject.

Hearing her father drinking heartily, she doubted the truth of his words.

Baili Xijiang clicked his tongue. Still didn't believe him?

The two used a telepathic device.

At the long table banquet, the elders sat together, raising their glasses in toasts, and occasionally her father's hearty laughter could be heard.

Qin Xi was initially very angry, feeling that her father was teasing her and that he didn't act this way at home.

But the more she looked, the more she saw the tears in her father's smile, and she couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

She knew that her father was hiding something from her.

Perhaps it was something she dared not think about.

After all, the powerful figures who held power had all stepped down.

The Heavenly Mystery Sect was the first to know about such a major operation.

She knew more, including about the power struggles within the Sword Inquiry Sect.

At that table—no, not just that table, but several other tables after it—many seniors came to toast Song Chaoxuan, seemingly saying a great deal.

She wouldn't be so naive as to think that Uncle Song was simply popular.

What's wrong with you?

Baili Xijiang noticed that her nose and eyes were red, and then his gaze shifted, revealing his large face right in front of her.

Qin Xi was taken aback, then couldn't help but chuckle, "I think you're stupid."

"Hey Qin Yuanyuan, you don't appreciate kindness!"

Baili Xijiang felt truly wronged.

"Are you using telepathy with Yuanyuan?"

Suddenly, someone came closer to look.

She wore a gorgeous green dress, with a beautiful woman holding a handkerchief on her arm. Her eyes sparkled like water, her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her smile was like a gentle spring breeze.

"Wan'er, it's been a long time!"

Qin Xi smiled, her eyes crinkling, as if all the fatigue she had been feeling lately had vanished.

"Long time no see, but you're sending dozens of voice messages every day, right?"

Song Tingwan covered her mouth and laughed.

Baili Xijiang also laughed heartily, "Qin Yuanyuan should really get us a whole box of sound transmission talismans."

Song Siyao stood to the side, drinking strong liquor and watching with a smile as he watched the master and apprentice chat with Qin Xi.

Her gaze was somewhat gentle, but she couldn't help but frown when she looked at her father.

These veterans all seem to be in poor condition.

Thinking that the old clan chief hadn't allowed her sister to refine the longevity pill, she felt she had guessed something.

Song Siyao gripped the jade-inlaid glass wine cup tightly with her knuckles, looked up at the clear, cloudless sky, and secretly made a vow.

Even if it costs her flesh and bones, Song Siyao will fight desperately to ascend to immortality.

Countless people are working hard, and her predecessors are supporting her.

Why should we fail?

People all over the world are working towards this.

The sharp-eyed swordsman tilted his head back and drank a glass of strong liquor, his heart filled with unspeakable melancholy.

I wish I could ascend to heaven right here and now.

After several rounds of drinks...

Song Hexi stood up, and the long table quietly slumped down.

The old man laughed heartily, “From now on, I hope everyone will join hands with Yunyin to create a new future for the Six Realms. We old folks will retire first, and from now on, it will be up to you young people to explore and move forward.”

After saying this, he raised his glass, tilted his head back, and drank the strong liquor.

At the same time, timely rain fell from the sky.

Heaven and earth rejoice together.

A gentle breeze swept past Song Hexi, who looked up in surprise, then chuckled in a whisper that no one could hear.

"You are so weak now, so save your strength to help the children ascend."

"However, I am honored and extremely happy that you can give me another response when I step down."

They, the Cloud Hidden Clan, are the most favored beings by Heaven, and the Cloud Hidden Clan Chief is also favored by Heaven.

He has been able to sense the existence of the Heavenly Dao since childhood, which occasionally appears once every hundred years, and sometimes the clan priest will quietly tug at his hair.

Occasionally, a gentle breeze would brush against his face, and he would know that He had come to see him again.

But he never mentioned this, and it's unknown whether anyone throughout history has ever done the same thing as him.

The wind softened, as if smoothing out the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

The little old man, Song Hexi, held his head high with pride. In truth, he too was a child favored by Heaven, and at this moment…

He is still an old child favored by Heaven.

Even the wind pitied his aging.

The Song sisters looked silently at the old clan chief.

Sensing something, a tiny breeze brushed past the tops of their hair.

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