Along the way, Fu Tiantian encountered various Sect Disciples, and her notebook was fully filled with an entire page of wishlists. Despite being seemingly trivial matters, she recorded them very seriously.
"Little junior sister, you must remember, if you want to command respect, just remember four words, 'virtue esteemed, reputation high!'"
"The road ahead you must walk on your own!"
A young man in white who was sweeping in front of the courtyard said with a smile, "The Sect left something for you, buried beneath the old locust tree in the Sect. Dig it out, it can protect you and keep you safe."
This was a young man whose face was completely changed, his features destroyed yet he still carried himself with an elegant and self-confident poise.
"Brother Zhou!"
Fu Tiantian recognized him, her voice somewhat choked up, reaching out to touch him, but the figure of the white-robed cultivator quickly dissipated without a trace.