Mortal: I really didn't want to be reborn as Zi Ling!

Zi Ling didn't take it seriously, but her father Wang Heng's face turned pale instantly.

He stepped forward, blocking his daughter's path, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to the two men: "Gentlemen, please calm your anger. My daughter is young and may have misheard something in the hall just now—"

Before he could finish speaking, the last of the three finally spoke.

This man wore a dark blue robe and appeared much more composed than the previous two. He did not immediately launch an attack, but instead frowned slightly, as if he were pondering something.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Liu, don't worry."

He stepped forward, his gaze lingering on Zi Ling's face for a moment, his tone calm yet unquestionable.

"Young lady, you just said that the Grand Elder accepted you as his disciple. What exactly happened? If you can't explain it clearly, the three of you might not make it out of the seventieth floor today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the square suddenly became oppressive.

More and more people gathered around.

There were disciples wearing the official robes of the Star Palace, strongmen carrying spiritual materials, and deacons waiting in the square.

They gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves, their eyes all fixed on Zi Ling.

Wang Heng felt his back was soaked with cold sweat, and his mouth was burning with pain.

He could already see two streaks of light flying towards them from afar. They were the standard magical artifacts of the Star Palace patrol team, their pale golden light standing out conspicuously above the sea of ​​clouds.

Further away, there were three black streaks of light; those were members of the enforcement team.

Wang Heng stepped forward again, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the three men, and spoke with a hint of earnestness in his voice.

"Gentlemen, my daughter is young and ignorant. If she said anything inappropriate just now, I apologize on her behalf."

He took a deep breath and raised his voice a few decibels so that everyone around him could hear him.

"Three days later, Mr. Wang and his wife will perform 'The Tide Rises Over the Blue Sea' at Miaoyin Pavilion as an apology! We hope you will all grace us with your presence!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously oppressive atmosphere suddenly eased a bit.

Someone in the crowd had a sudden flash of inspiration.

"Wang Heng's 'The Rising Tide of the Blue Sea'? A duet between him and his wife?"

"Really? I heard that listening to his music can cleanse the soul, reduce inner demons, and increase the chances of forming a Core Formation. Core Formation cultivators outside are lining up to book a session with him!"

"And it was a husband-and-wife duet—that's a rare sight indeed!"

Discussions rose and fell.

Many people have already begun to bow to Wang Heng, loudly proclaiming that they will definitely attend in three days.

Seeing this, Wang Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He quietly turned his head and gave Zhou Yuan a smug look—see, your husband still has a way.

Seeing her husband's capabilities, Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing how smug he was, she still glared at him with annoyance.

Playing the "Song of the Rising Tide of the Blue Sea" is not as simple as it seems.

That music consumes a great deal of magical power and is an extreme test of one's mental strength.

After each performance, the couple needs a long period of rest to recover.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be so stingy.

Now, making a promise in front of so many people—

Thinking about it, it's all for my daughter, so a little hardship is nothing. Right now, it's good that things are calming down.

However, just as the atmosphere around them was beginning to ease—

"What's all the noise about!"

A sharp shout exploded like a thunderclap.

The young master surnamed Zhao suddenly turned his head, his eyebrows furrowed, and his gaze swept across the crowd like a knife.

Those who were shouting the loudest stopped abruptly when he glared at them, like ducks being choked. They all shrank back and dared not utter another sound.

"A bunch of idiots."

Young Master Zhao looked at them coldly, "You think you can just dismiss me with a song like 'The Rising Tide of the Azure Sea' in three days?"

He turned around, pointed at Zi Ling, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Do you know what kind of rumors will spread if we let this swindling little girl leave unscathed?"

He stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over every face in the room.

"What if she uses the Grand Elder's name to swindle, stir up trouble, or even do things that damage the Star Palace—who among you can bear that responsibility?"

The square was deathly silent.

Those who were cheering just moments ago now wished they could bury their heads in their collars.

They are all direct descendants of the Star Palace, but even direct descendants are divided into different ranks.

Although this young master Zhao is separated from Elder Zhao of the Star Palace by countless generations, he is exceptionally talented and was personally taught by Elder Zhao from a young age, receiving special favor from him.

Looking across the entire seventieth floor of the Star Palace, the number of people who dare to confront him head-on can be counted on one hand.

Young Master Zhao was clearly pleased with the reactions of those around him.

His gaze continued to sweep across the crowd, then suddenly stopped on a certain person.

"Golden Blue!"

Young Master Zhao's voice suddenly became shrill.

At the edge of the crowd, a young man in a blue robe instinctively shrank his neck.

"As a member of the Jin family, instead of stepping forward to stop the rumors, you're hiding in the crowd and stirring things up—aren't you afraid she'll ruin your Jin family's reputation once she gets out?!"

Being publicly called out, Jin Qing had no choice but to step out from the crowd.

He shrugged and smiled helplessly, "Brother Zhao, why get so angry?"

His tone was relaxed, as if he were chatting casually.

"Think about it, this is the seventieth floor, just a few corridors away from the Ancestor's office. With such a commotion here, do you think we can hide it from his divine sense?"

Jin Qing turned around slowly and bowed to the crowd around him.

"Gentlemen, don't you agree?"

Some people in the crowd nodded subconsciously.

Yes.

Although the seventieth floor is very large, this parking plaza is not far from the Grand Elder's main hall.

With the Grand Elder's cultivation at the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm, it was impossible for him not to notice the commotion here.

Since the Grand Elder neither intervened to stop it, nor sent anyone to drive it away, nor ordered anyone to take the little girl away—

Doesn't that mean—

The crowd, who had initially been somewhat dismissive, suddenly changed their gaze towards Zi Ling.

The initial contempt and skepticism transformed into caution, curiosity, and even a hint of subtle flattery.

After all, that's Elder Jin Kui!

Zi Ling couldn't help but glance at Jin Qing again.

This person is tall and slender with an ordinary face, but his chin does indeed bear some resemblance to Jin Kui.

It's when he speaks that he always has a half-smile on his lips, giving people a carefree feeling that he doesn't care about anything.

This is Jin Qing.

Zi Ling secretly memorized this face.

She remembered that in the original story, the place where the Xuan Bone was sealed was discovered by this young master Jin Qing.

This person's cultivation level is not high, but he loves adventure and his mind is full of seeking out the hidden and mysterious. Relying on his status as a direct descendant of the Jin family, he dares to venture into all the forbidden areas of the Star Palace.

Unfortunately, it crashed headlong into the sealed land of Xuan Gu, where its Dao Heart was broken and it was instantly refined.

If we want to find the sealed location of the Xuan Bone in the future, we will probably have to deal with it.

"snort!"

Young Master Zhao snorted coldly, pulling Zi Ling back to reality.

What you said makes sense.

Young Master Zhao acknowledged Jin Qing's statement, but his tone remained unyielding:

"But what if—I mean, what if the First Elder happens to be absent today?"