The array patterns at the top of Divine Temple Mountain slowly dissipated.
Flowing clouds swirled around.
The two sisters had finished talking... Li Qingci stood calmly in front of the waterfall, looking at the landscape of the Divine Temple Mountain, which resembled an ink painting, while Li Qingsui sat in the flower garden with her back turned, clearly still sulking.
Gu Shen ascended to the mountain top and saw this scene, saying: "Miss Qingci, I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize to me..."
Li Qingci lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, saying: "This matter, Qingci was bound to speak of it, whether today or tomorrow, it's the same..."
"Sister, what difference does today or tomorrow make? If Gu Shen didn't say anything, how long were you planning to hide it?"
With her back turned, Qing Sui raised her voice, aggrieved: "You never intended to tell me!"
Li Qingci could only remain silent.
"Gu..."
