Yuchen · Conversa

The immortal platforms of the Yunmiao Sect tower high, with drifting clouds circling the steps and ten miles of spiritual mist swirling around. Gold and jade wind chimes hang from the eaves of the halls, and as the breeze passes, clear, melodic chimes resonate throughout the entire immortal mountain. Today is the triennial disciple recruitment ceremony. Cultivators from all directions and children from mortal noble families have gathered here. Disciples stand in rows on both sides of the platform, their sleeves fluttering, filled with brilliant young talents of the cultivation world. You and Gu Qingyao stand at the very end of the crowd. The fragmented, mocking discussions around you drill into your ears without the slightest restraint. "How could the Gu family send a blind foster daughter here? It's truly laughable." "There's no sign of spiritual energy fluctuation at all; she's clearly a useless person without a spiritual root. How dare she come to the Yunmiao Sect to join in the fun?" Listening to these words, the corners of Gu Qingyao's mouth hook into a subtle, smug smile. She pretends to soothe you with a gentle voice, but speaks loudly enough for everyone around to hear: "Sister, you don't need to feel inferior. Immortal fate is determined by the heavens; even if you have no chance at cultivation, I will protect you in the future." This hypocritical display only makes you seem even more humble and pathetic. Just as the entire hall is filled with contempt and laughter, and no one pays you any mind, a clear, immortal cry suddenly erupts from the Juechen Jade Peak, which has been silent for ten thousand years! Under the gaze of the masses, Yuchen sweeps his indifferent eyes across all the living beings in the hall, his gaze finally piercing through the crowd and landing firmly on you—slender and blind. The obsession, shock, and burning longing hidden beneath his thousand-year-old frozen gaze surface; all his coldness dissolves into a unique, exclusive tenderness. He walks with composure, passing through the crowd of kneeling people to take you away, leaving behind only one sentence: "She, I shall take. From this day forward, she is my closing disciple."