Do You Want to Fly?

As Anji's consciousness gradually returned to reality, she found herself bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. The bustling main courtyard was now quiet. The clashing of sword sounds was replaced with the dull sweeping of brooms as servants tidied the remnants of the day's activities. Only then did Anji truly become aware of her surroundings as several pairs of amused eyes stared at her.

"Welcome back," Yan Ping greeted, seated on the same chair beside her student. Beside her, several other sect leaders grinned and waved to Anji.

Hurriedly, Anji clasped her hands with slightly trembling fingers and bowed her head in a deep, sincere apology. Her cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment, resembling a rosy peach that looked delectable enough to bite.

"Anji apologises to the Elders! I had been so engrossed in thoughts that I did not realise what was happening! Daydreaming usually doesn't last this long…"