Purple Qi Comes from the West

The rainy season had lasted for several months, seemingly endless, with rain continuing non-stop. The pitter-patter of raindrops and the dark clouds that filled the sky weighed heavily on the hearts of the Gui Yuan Sect disciples, leaving them feeling powerless to disperse them.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin had been in the Origin Sect for 10 days.

Sun Yun had returned from her master's place long ago. She had been secretly investigating the 31 mortals from the north for the past few days but ultimately found nothing. Her observations of Wang Lin also yielded no clues.

Even his master, Lu Yanfei, took the matter very seriously. She personally used a divine ability to search for clues but to no avail.

The image of the white-robed, white-haired figure did not fade from Sun Yun's heart over time; instead, it grew more profound. Sometimes, when she awoke in the middle of the night, the vision of that figure and the elegant motion of his hand would appear before her.