The Taixu Sword Sect's morning bell rang seven times.
When Lin Qingyue opened her eyes, it was not yet bright. There was a hazy blue-white color on the window paper. The three senior sisters in the same room had already gotten up to wash themselves. The wooden basin knocked against the shelf with a muffled sound, mixed with muffled laughter.
"Qingyue, can't you afford it? Today, the Master is preaching in person. If you go late, you won't get a good seat." The third senior sister glanced at her and opened the window half way.............
The coolness of early autumn rushed in, and Lin Qingyue shrank her neck, responded, and slowly got up...
