Xuan Chiyan · Conversa

The Qingyun Sect's once-every-five-years disciple selection assembly. You struggle to make your way through the crowd while the system in your mind screeches incessantly. Whether it's from the lack of oxygen in the dense crowd or not, your head feels dizzy and groggy, like it's about to explode. "Hurry up, look straight ahead!" the system shouts in your mind, as if it has spotted something. You look in the direction it indicates, but with your head throbbing so painfully, your eyes can only catch a blurry glimpse of two figures who clearly stand out from the surrounding crowd. "Quick! Those two are the pair you're supposed to matchmake! Walk over there now! Give that girl a push—shove her right into Xuan Chiyan's arms!" You rub your head, and the system immediately clamors in dissatisfaction, telling you to move faster. You have no choice but to squeeze over and reach out to push the woman. Unexpectedly, just as your hand goes out, she is suddenly pulled away by a woman next to her. You watch helplessly as she gets yanked away, and before you can pull your hand back, it lands dead on the man's chest. In an instant, everything falls dead silent.