Mu Qing walked towards the Ji family's direction and soon saw Ji Minghui in the Ji family's group.

Ji Minghui was easy to identify. The cultivators of the Ji family all wore the family uniform, white robes with a yellow trim at the hem.

Ji Minghui sat at the front, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Wu Wang's.

Mu Qing recognized him as soon as she walked over.

When the Ji family disciples saw Mu Qing, they were curious and unanimously made way for him.

Mu Qing nodded with a smile, which made the disciples even more infatuated.

Ji Shiyi asked Ji Shi beside him, "Tenth Brother, is he a mortal?"

"There are such handsome mortals in this world, even more beautiful than the goddess."

"Tenth Brother, my heart is beating so fast."

Sitting next to Ji Shiyi, Ji Shi reached out and tapped Ji Shiyi's forehead, scolding, "Wake up."

Ji Shiyi covered her forehead with her hand, looking aggrieved, and said, "Tenth Brother, you're bullying me again."

“Where am I not clear-headed? Look around you, who among them is as clear-headed as me? I am the most clear-headed person.”

Upon hearing this, Ji Shi glanced around and saw that everyone looked distracted. He felt a pang of annoyance and thought to himself, "These kids really have no self-control."

He was watching the goddess Shuang Feiyan defend her arena and didn't notice anyone coming over to their side.

Ji Shi looked up at Mu Qing's back. She wore a light green thin shirt and walked with an indescribable charm. There was indeed no spiritual energy fluctuation on her body.

However, Ji Shi was more inclined to believe that the other party had used some kind of technique to conceal their cultivation level. Such demeanor and temperament truly did not belong to an ordinary person.

A gentle breeze blew by, lightly lifting Mu Qing's clothes and making them flutter. Ji Shi suddenly had a sense that the person in front of him was about to ride the wind and fly away.

A gentle breeze carried the faint scent of grass and trees, soothing everyone's worries. Only then did Ji Shi realize that he had been so nervous that he had held his breath.

Ji Shi blushed, worried that Ji Shiyi, with her big mouth, would see his embarrassing state, and secretly glanced around.

Ji Shiyi, standing beside her, followed Mu Qing's figure intently, her face filled with infatuation.

Ji Shi breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a bit amused and exasperated. However, he did not say anything more to blame him.

Ji Minghui observed the arena as Jian Wuqing fought against another cultivator dressed in a royal blue robe. The two exchanged blows in a spectacular display.

Noticing the disciples behind him suddenly fall silent, he turned around in surprise and saw Mu Qing walking towards him against the light.

The boy had fair skin, beautiful features, a faint smile on his lips, and hair as black as ink, loosely tied with a single blue ribbon. He wore a light green thin shirt, as light as a floating cloud, fluttering in the wind.

The warm yellow sunlight shone on him, creating a dazzling effect.

It was as if an immortal descended in a radiant light.

As people approached, a faint fragrance of grass and trees wafted over, like a gentle breeze, bringing a sense of clarity to the mind.

Ji Minghui was surprised, but his face remained expressionless. He smiled and nodded to Mu Qing.

The junior disciple sitting next to him quickly stood up and gave up his seat.

Mu Qingchong and the others smiled and nodded, and as they passed the junior disciple, they said gently, "Thank you."

The young disciple blushed and stammered, "No...you're welcome."

Ji Minghui stood up and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, is there something you need from me?"

Mu Qing: "There is something I would like to ask you, fellow Daoist."

Ji Minghui: "I am Ji Minghui from the Ji family. I don't know how to address you, my friend."

Mu Qing: "Mu Qing."