Beixuan Sect's rear mountain.
"Senior Sister, when are we going back? It's been half a month of cultivation, and I've already mastered this sword technique. I don't want to stay here anymore."
"Senior Sister, let's go back. Let us go down the mountain to play for two days. We will buy beautiful hairpins for you, and bring you delicious foods when we return."
"My dearest Senior Sister, please, surely you can agree. We don't want to die here yet."
A few quirky female disciples plead in a mournful manner.
"Sigh, I really can't do anything about you all; not cultivating diligently, you will regret it in the future," Zi Qiong the Immortal Fairy shook her head helplessly.
"My beautiful and charming Senior Sister, which beauty with a face as lovely as a flower isn't marrying a powerful and influential man nowadays? There's no need for us to cultivate," a female disciple said coyly.
