’Girls in love are always anxious, aren’t they?’

Ah Qing thought so.

She can now calmly accept the fact that she is a ’girl.’ After all, she’s currently in the body of a girl from her youth, and never having experienced emotions before, she can’t really be accused of pretending to be young—rather, her girlhood has arrived a little later than usual.

It’s just that the feeling of foreboding and unease in her heart has become increasingly clear.

She seldom has such strange premonitions, so as she dances, Ah Qing searches her memories for this familiar feeling.

It was only after a while that she recalled some past experiences.

Many years ago, after she first had the qualification to seriously appreciate Shi Qingjun, she looked like a true deity at the time, standing atop the high white jade pillar, with the pale sunset’s lingering glow coating the contours of her body, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

She deeply hoped that the woman on the white jade pillar would lower her head to look at her during that time. So back then she stood defiantly with her head held high but never received the hopeful gaze—until she decided to compete with Shi Qingjun for the Dao Rhyme, she was finally regarded... and it was from then on, just being watched by her gave her a sense of foreboding and unease.

As if becoming enemies with Shi Qingjun was a portentous affair.

But at that time, Ah Qing didn’t take this feeling to heart—compared to being ignored, she was rather delighted to become Shi Qingjun’s rival, anyway, both being in the Qiankun Realm, as long as Shi Qingjun wasn’t mad enough to sacrifice her foundation just to have both suffer, they couldn’t really have a conflict...

So, this unease now...

Is it because of Shi Qingjun?

Would Shi Qingjun, that true recluse, cast her gaze towards the brothel?

Impossible, even if this brothel belonged to Zhu Tongjun, Shi Qingjun wouldn’t care, after all Wen Li’s Divine Soul matters she doesn’t bother about, Zhu Tongjun’s old hidden injuries she doesn’t care... Even the fellow Qiankun Realm person like herself, she wouldn’t glance at, so why would she pay attention to the brothel?

Could it be that Ah Qing isn’t even as significant as a brothel?

As for Xu Chang’an, that’s even more unlikely.

Ah Qing is quite aware of how special Xu Chang’an and Yun Qian are. With Divine Sense, one can only catch an opened silhouette of them, beyond a certain distance don’t speak of peeking, one can’t even sense their presence.

Ah Qing slightly rotates her body following the rhythm, dancing with a sword while still having a focus on Chaoyun Sect.

Her sight crosses the space, she can see some noise on Muyu Peak, the girls arguing childishly as if playing house, yet the topics of discussion aren’t profound, merely trivial day-to-day affairs like music, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing, tea, even incidents that have nothing to do with cultivation, like which dining hall’s dish is tasty, who wore whose clothing after bathing, who likes Xu Chang’an and his wife more...

These topics are unbelievably odd, insignificant, trivial to the extreme.

For Ah Qing, these topics should be extraordinarily distant, they should be separated from her by myriad galaxies, and are topics she couldn’t possibly understand.

But yet for her present self, the topics of Muyu Peak feel so intimate, almost identical to the women in Flower Moon Building.

Such a place, can it really be an Immortal Sect?

The Demon Sect’s lady, can she really find these trivial daily affairs... so wonderful?

Muyu Peak is the nearest place to Shi Qingjun, standing beneath the high peak as long as she lowers her head, she can see the sights of Muyu Peak... But undoubtedly, Shi Qingjun won’t look at the trivialities under her feet.

She will ignore these beauties.

While now, she can appreciate the trivialities of the women on Muyu Peak, appreciate the shadow cast by the thin clouds coincidentally, compared to Beisang City’s deep night, Muyu Peak having Immortal tools is bright as daytime, so alluring.

’So that woman from the Hehuan Sect shouldn’t have followed Shi Qingjun back then.’

Wasn’t it good to follow her?

Considering the Hehuan Sect, no matter how one looks, it shouldn’t be a proper sect, obviously following herself, who can cherish the allure of Muyu Peak, is more suitable...

But it’s too late to say this now, as the Hehuan Sect has undergone major internal reforms, so Ah Qing has no interest in the Hehuan Sect, which has completely abandoned Charm Technique.

She is more interested in the remnants of Muyu Peak.

Later she and Zhu Pingniang ascend the mountain... in that place, they ought to be able to play freely?

Ah Qing shakes her head, gradually collects her view, with a faint smile on her lips.

Shame and unease alike, at this moment all gently dissipate.

She... has already moved ahead of Shi Qingjun, even having a loved one herself, saying she’s left her far behind wouldn’t be excessive.

Knowing this, Ah Qing’s mood couldn’t be better, her dance gradually returns to normal.

"Eh... is she doing better now?"

On the feast stage, Miss Lu blinked slightly faster, she looks at Zhu Pingniang wanting to discuss, but Zhu Pingniang is currently resting her eyes relying on Li Zhibai, with no time to watch her daughter performing beneath the stage.

Fortunately, Li Zhibai responds to her.

"She adjusted quickly, very impressive." Li Zhibai nods approvingly.

Despite lacking a bit of endurance over days, Ah Qing sacrificed part of the sword dance’s rhythm, while recovering her strength, she paid more attention to the latter half of the dance, this choice is undoubtedly correct.

After all, for a sword dance performance, the middle part doesn’t matter, as long as the start and end are stunning, it’s a perfect performance.

Ah Qing uses the middle part to adjust her state, saving energy for the final part... at least very smart.

"Miss Li, you saying she’s good is her good fortune." Miss Lu upturned the corner of her mouth, very pleased for Ah Qing.

Li Zhibai smiled, didn’t respond verbally.

Just like Chang’an, she likes people who strive— even if Ah Qing’s effort is to display her figure, to attract people, and perform... that doesn’t matter.

Under the premise of not doing evil, a person who is hardworking and strong doesn’t necessarily deserve respect, but under no circumstances should she be despised or insulted for her efforts.

Someone like Ah Qing, Li Zhibai finds it hard not to like, she even wants to exchange sword dance insights with Ah Qing, since it’s an ancient sword technique she rarely sees.

If it’s an ordinary girl, Li Zhibai certainly wouldn’t let pride go, but if it’s Tong Jun’s daughter, then it doesn’t matter at all.

According to seniority, she is Ah Qing’s aunt.

As an aunt, she can be uninhibited, without worrying about losing Tong Jun’s face, nor worrying that discussing sword dance would be akin to residing in the brothel and make Xu Chang’an unhappy.

Li Zhibai tilted her head.

She now considers many things too.

Speaking of which, if Tong Jun’s care is for a daughter, then her care for Chang’an... what does it account for?

Just thinking, Li Zhibai suddenly froze.

Because suddenly on the stage Ah Qing appeared more flustered, those light green eyes tightly shrunk to a point, her figure also showed apparent rhythm mistakes.

’Hmm...?’

Li Zhibai was somewhat puzzled.

Didn’t Ah Qing adjust her energy?

What happened.

What did she see?

Li Zhibai follows Ah Qing’s gaze.

Then saw Shi Qingjun eating an apple.