“That was close.”
Lady Qinghua quietly exhaled, having not seen her master for too long, she had nearly lost control.
She could barely recall the last time she was truly able to be of assistance.
The pressure of working under her master was overwhelming… at any moment, she could be replaced by some newly arrived “colleague.”
Thinking of this, Qinghua clenched her fist slightly, giving herself a boost of courage.
The instant she stepped out of the formation, the towering golden statue—more than ten zhang tall—quickly resumed its indifferent expression.
The sudden appearance of this immortal official stirred up a commotion among the nearby spiritual beings.
Normally, if a High Immortal agreed to stay, they would linger for at least a while.
Could there be some taboo here in the White Cloud Cave?
Or perhaps this immortal official had no intention of forming close bonds with these juniors and was merely paying a courtesy to the White Cloud Patriarch.
Everyone’s thoughts were in disarray as their gazes followed the golden figure sweeping through the clouds and vanishing behind the veil of mists, then they began to discuss in whispers.
Countless eyes turned toward the formation at White Cloud Cave.