"Si Han, Master is not blaming you... it's not your fault for not bringing people, come back and rest for a while..."
The Third Elder quickly walked to Lin Si Han's side, gently burying the girl's head in his majestic chest.
The eight female disciples also gathered around, soothing the sobbing girl with gentle words.
This group of beautiful female cultivators, all master and disciple, leaned on each other. Each wore an exquisite stocking they crafted themselves. This should have been a lively and graceful scene, yet a melancholy atmosphere quietly spread.
When they founded Bihua Pavilion, they were filled with confidence because each of them had poured countless efforts into this endeavor.
