When Lu Qingli heard this, she actually chuckled. Although the smile was faint, it was like melting ice and snow, making the entire dilapidated cave instantly more warm.
"Don't worry, I don't expect you to solve the problem. It's just... sometimes, talking it out can make me feel better."
Xiang Fan touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly, "Then Senior Sister Qingli can come anytime. Although I'm useless, I can still be competent as a listener."
Lu Qingli raised her head and glanced at him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Thank you."
Just then, a light cough was heard outside the house, and Xiang Fan's father, Xiang Su, walked in carrying a plate of spiritual fruits. He saw Lu Qingli at a glance and immediately smiled gently: "Xiao Fan, it's a rare occasion for Senior Sister to come, why don't you treat us to some tea?"
"Ah... yes, yes!" Xiang Fan jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and frantically went to look for the tea set.
Lu Qingli watched this scene, a hint of warmth in her eyes. She looked at the dilapidated cave. Although simple, it held an indescribable tranquility, completely different from the solemn palaces within the sect. She murmured to herself, "Perhaps, not all problems require a strong person to solve them. Sometimes, simply talking can be more meaningful."
During this brief period of peace, the sect was in chaos.
"It's over, the storage ring can't be opened! How can I practice Taoism like this?!" a disciple shouted madly.
"The flying sword cannot be activated. Do I have to walk to collect herbs?"
"I heard that the main formation is almost paralyzed. What if the enemy takes the opportunity to invade?"
"Hasn't the news from the Star Lord's Mansion come back yet?"
Chaotic discussions came from all directions like a beehive, and the entire sect was filled with an atmosphere of unease.
At this moment, Xiang Fan had slumped back in his chair, holding the rune data in his hand, his eyes a little dull.
"Can these things really affect the sect's formation?" He muttered to himself, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice that he himself was not aware of.
After a moment, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm just an ordinary person. Why would such a big thing have anything to do with me?"
Despite this, his hand involuntarily tightened around the rune plate, his eyes gleaming with a complex light. Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the towering gate of Qingyun Mountain, while the entire sect's defenses, like the setting sun, were gradually fading...
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