Looking at the green light, A-Jiang thought to herself: This demon will probably never know why she wanted to laugh when she first saw him.
The sect leader glanced at the crowd and said, "Disciples, please disperse."
With a gentle wave of his hand, the sect leader's figure appeared out of thin air on a broad flying sword.
With a soft shout from the sect leader, the flying sword suddenly soared into the sky, piercing straight into the clouds.
Although Ajahn Chah had ridden in flying magical artifacts many times, this was the first time he had ever flown directly on a sword like this.
The whistling sound of the sword hurtling through the air stimulated her senses, causing her to involuntarily scream.
Fortunately, the sect leader was highly skilled in magic. With a wave of his hand, he created a protective shield for A-Jiang, ensuring that she would not fall off the sword during high-speed flight.
After regaining his footing, A-Jiang looked down and saw the sect's buildings and scenery rapidly shrink in his vision, like a delicate scroll slowly unfolding beneath his feet.
She had never seen this sect from this angle before—flying to such a height, standing on the sect leader's flying sword, with the sect leader himself standing right in front of her.
She, an ordinary descendant of Bai Ze and a transmigrator who wanted to develop in a low-key manner, was also somewhat unable to control the scene before her.
This sudden change was like a mighty river suddenly veering off course, making her feel uneasy while also bringing her an unprecedented thrill.
The scene before Ajahn's eyes was like a play of light and shadow, changing in an instant.
When she stepped back onto solid ground, she found herself in front of a grand hall on Tianyu Peak.
The sect leader strode confidently into the main hall.
"Come in."
Ah Jiang's legs were stiff from tension, as if they were bearing an invisible weight.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her inner turmoil, and then followed the sect leader into the Qingtian Palace.
The air inside the hall seemed to freeze, filled with solemnity and majesty.
Upon entering the hall, A-Jiang's gaze was immediately drawn to the powerful figures from those sects.
Although they concealed their auras, the terrifying pressure belonging to Nascent Soul cultivators was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping her heart.
She could feel that force constantly assaulting her mind, as if it wanted to crush her will.
It made her want to bend her knees and sink, but the black and white beads circulated within her body, allowing her to resist the pressure.
"Oh, not bad," a gentle male voice praised.
A-Jiang lowered her head, controlling the reactions within her body. The spirit beast connected to her mind also tensed up, and the world within the book became restless.
She had only seen this magnificent hall from afar during the ceremony to enter the outer gate.
At that time, she was standing in the Lotus Square outside, just one of hundreds of disciples. It was at this moment that she met the sect leader, the elders, and the grandmaster who gave her the Heaven-Mending Pill. It was a day she could hardly forget.
She also wondered when she could go up again to see what the other buildings looked like.
Now, not long after, she is able to enter the house, although this opportunity is thanks to a certain green-haired guy.
Although the decorations inside the hall are simple and elegant, they exude the fragrance of time.
The tall stone pillars are carved with intricate patterns, each stroke seemingly imbued with profound power.
Seeing Ah Jiang staring blankly, Sect Leader Mu Liu Zhenren coughed twice and said, "Bai Chongjiang?"
A-Jiang snapped out of his daze, looked at the assembled dignitaries, and quickly bowed, saying, "Disciple is here."
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