"Qing Yi pays her respects to Master!"
Chu Qingyi arrived in front of Caiyun Hall and bowed.
A moment later, the grand doors of the palace opened with a rumble.
A noble woman with moth-like eyebrows and a celestial bearing, wearing a magnificent colorful palace gown, stepped out.
"Qing Yi, you have returned."
Upon seeing Chu Qingyi before her, Yun Wanshang's elegant and beautiful face showed a comforting smile.
Just by observing her disciple's essence, she could tell that this journey had yielded significant fortune.
However, the next moment, her brow slightly furrowed.
From her disciple Chu Qingyi, she sensed a faint yet familiar aura.
This aura was very similar to the magic aura of Lu Changsheng from back then, resembling the Yin Yang Energies.
"This...."
Yun Wanshang's heart slightly sank as a premonition of doom welled up.
She realized that the thing she feared most had happened.
"Master, your disciple has worried you these days."
Chu Qingyi spoke up.
