Above the nine heavens arose a misty cloud, from which fell a gentle thunderstorm.
The Daoist nun, who had been waiting to watch the spectacle, saw the burgeoning lightning and hurriedly began to alter the course of the Cloud Boat, making repairs and reinforcing the array on it.
Liu Qingluo and Gu Qiancheng had long started on the road back to Muyu Peak. Even after having walked several miles, Gu Qiancheng still felt dazed and bewildered, clearly still deeply immersed even after leaving Yun Qian for quite some time.
The little girl kept recalling her own behavior earlier, constantly feeling that she had reached the peak of wretchedness, and her heart surged with a shame that made her wish she could die.
If Second Lady were to see her so humble, she would surely criticize her severely.
Yet... shame aside, even though she was treated indifferently by Miss Yun, the little girl's mood remained cheerful, without a hint of wounded pride.
