No matter how Ye Qingcheng's heart may be frozen, and even though no one can warm it, there still exists a hope that, by chance, good fortune might descend and Ye Qingcheng would notice them?
At this moment, by Green Willow Lake, quite a crowd has already gathered. These youths are mostly exceptional figures from various academies, and even the Saints of each academy have arrived to admire Ye Qingcheng's unparalleled beauty.
Now, in the pavilion at the center by Green Willow Lake, a woman with a veil covering her face sits gracefully, like an unattainable iceberg saint, seemingly indifferent to the gazes from myriad worlds focused on her.
Beside her are numerous beautiful and pure maidens dressed in white, though they all seem to serve as mere foils to Ye Qingcheng.
"Why have these people come here?" Ye Qingcheng slowly opened her enchanting eyes and spoke to the maiden beside her, "This place is supposed to be the Forbidden Land of the Bright Divine Sect; no one should be here!"
