The three of them, He Qing, were pressed against the glass window, carefully observing the fervor on each face inside, each feeling a bit speechless.
However, regardless of what kind of scene Gu Ping and Zhou Ying saw inside, to He Qing, the Supreme Mentor, sitting cross-legged, clad in a wholly ethereal white, accompanied by the swaying shadow of a big, fluffy tail behind them, was undeniably bizarre.
—She hasn't even opened her spiritual eyes yet, and can already see the tail just with Qi Observation Skill... clearly her Daoist isn't that high.
But for some reason, although everything inside appeared harmonious and everyone was sharing their joys, she inexplicably felt a sense of rejection.
He Qing lowered her eyes and pondered.
—Listening to these things shared by the students, this Supreme Mentor seems to be doing good deeds, so why does her intuition feel this way? Could it be malfunctioning?
No, that's impossible.
