After a deep breath, Huan Qing Yan was brought to the side hall when the hour arrived.
Sometime later, as the door of the side hall slowly opened, she heard the voices of the elders and the sounds of drums.
Huan Qing Yan slowly walked on the crimson red carpet.
The instant she walked out of the door, countless gazes of various cultivation levels fell onto her being; True Spirit Masters were abundant like dogs, Mystic Spirit Masters were everywhere and there were even several King Spirit Masters.
The gathering of these gazes would cause anyone with weak willpower to buckle their legs.
Huan Qing Yan acted as though nothing had happened and walked although her pace was slow, it was very stable.
After entering the main hall, the abundant lighting due to the retraction of walls gave her a clear panoramic view.
Huan Qing Yan was standing against the light and looked as though she was covered in a faint glow that made it hard to see her appearance.
She lifts her head and instantly saw a familiar figure.
It was Ji Mo Ya!
The man that used to make her feel sweet whenever she spoke his name.
Yet now, all she felt was pain and regret, hoping that she had never met this man in her life!
With a glance, Huan Qing Yan noticed that Ji Mo Ya had also turned thinner and was not looking well, the gentle demeanor he had held a trace of depression.
Huan Qing Yan’s steps paused for a slight moment, the heart that she thought had gone numb suddenly started aching and it was so painful that she nearly could not stand firmly.
This man still has a great influence over her!
She wanted to cry, but even more, she wanted to grab his clothes and question why he deceived her!
She also wanted to ask if he had met their child that died shortly after his birth? Does he feel guilty?
However, Huan Qing Yan did not do anything. She only blandly swept her gaze over Ji Mo Ya, not stopping her gaze on Shang Qiu Meng Qian, Nan Gong Bei Chen, or Bai Chen Feng as well.
Shang Qiu Meng Qian swayed his fan as he looked at her curiously.
Nan Gong Bei Chen nodded with a slight smile as her.
Bai Chen Feng was glaring at Ji Mo Ya and did not notice her.
Huan Qing Yan slightly sighed, but she could not help but slightly soften her gaze even when she tried to act indifferent.
Nan Gong Bei Chen had naturally detected that. From the moment he received the invitation from the Bai Li Clan, he had guessed that the clan would be giving her a rightful name.
As well as using the opportunity to wash away the bad reputation of Bai Li Clan having raised a witch.
And things happened as he had expected.
If not for knowing the details, he would not have recognized Huan Qing Yan when she appeared.
She had become skinny and had a very different feel from before. Unattainable like the cold and lofty stars.
Her gaze lacked warmth and was apathetic.
Only turning slightly warmer when she looked at him, allowing him to see a shadow of the Huan Qing Yan in the past.
He did not know if Huan Qing Yan’s change was good or bad, in his heart, there was only feeling a sour and bitter taste.
Huan Qing Yan did not waste any more effort to take note of other people, other than the moment of kindness she expressed to Nan Gong Bei Chen, she ignored the rest and walked in front of the Chef Sage’s Statue and stood.
Someone had prepared a cushion earlier, allowing Huan Qing Yan to kneel.
The main hall was filled with commotion.
“What direct bloodline, so mysterious? She even had her face hidden? Are they worried that we will recognize her?”
“Can it be that fake Saintess that practiced Devil Arts was silently brought back to the Bai Li Clan?”