As she walked, she carried the mist of mountains and waters, sitting down she resembled a Bodhisattva with lowered brows.
The Daoist robe was like snow on the mountains, the wooden hairpin was a horizontal branch.
"I am Qin Li."
Her voice was clear and tranquil, like the evening breeze returning from secluded valleys in empty mountains.
Her eyes softly lowered: "I am humbly serving as the permanent instructor at Jixia Academy."
The Gui Platform was very quiet.
Nearly thirty students remained silent.
Everyone knew who she was, except Jiang Wang.
But now he had realized.
Among the four prominent establishments in Linzi, the master of Warm Jade Pavilion, isn't she called Qin Li?
This Qin Li and that Qin Li, are they the same person?
Jiang Wang naturally thought of Jiang Wuji.
The four Palace Masters in Daqi's past dragon dispute.
No need to mention Jiang Wuqi.
Jiang Wuyou opened Dao Wu on his own, with a grand demeanor.
