After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

Zhao Qing looked at Liu Rumei with a gentle expression, "Since that's the case, there's no time like the present, so write it down and send it now."

Having said that, he turned back to Hengyangzi to ask for a "Trust of the World" invitation, "Master, could you please get one for Rumei?"

The "Tianxia Tie" (a type of calligraphy scroll) is difficult to create and quite expensive.

Only the sect leader and a few core elders in the entire sect can possess a few Dao.

However, in order to maintain the pride of their sect and avoid any unforeseen complications, it would indeed be better to have Liu Rumei write it down and send it out on the spot.

In this way, even if she returns to her sect, it will be too late for the people of Medicine King Valley to support her and throw the dirty water back at Xuan Tian Sect.

Thinking of this, Hengyangzi nodded.

Soon, a post radiating a lustrous starlight fell into Liu Rumei's hands.

"Miss, you can't write this... If you do, how will you ever get married?"

Xiaomei wished she could rush forward and tear up the invitation to stop her young mistress from writing it.

The room was filled with Nascent Soul and Spirit Division cultivators, and she, a mere Golden Core maid, was so overwhelmed by their pressure that she could barely breathe.

Upon hearing this, Liu Rumei's fingers trembled slightly, a surge of emotions welling up within her, making her heart clench with coldness.

"Marry...? Heh, if all men in the world are like this, then what harm is there in not marrying?"

As Liu Rumei spoke, her cold eyes looked at Zhao Qing with a mocking gaze.

If a relationship of nearly eight years can end up in such a mess, how can she still yearn for or hope for marriage?

Zhao Qing felt inexplicably uncomfortable under Liu Rumei's gaze.

He couldn't help but doubt his own actions. Had he done something wrong?

In fact, before the sect competition, he never thought that his future wife would not be Liu Rumei... If Luo Zhen hadn't talked nonsense in front of everyone... No, he shouldn't have thought so much, he did nothing wrong.

He didn't like Liu Rumei at all; the person he truly loved was Mingyue.

They could have parted amicably, with both sides maintaining a respectable image in public. However, she insisted on announcing the engagement in front of the entire sect. Writing a letter to the world to explain was the remedy she should have made.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qing's sense of guilt disappeared.

He met Liu Rumei's reproachful gaze and said with gentle compassion, "Go ahead and write, it's alright. If you ever need any help from Medicine King Valley in the future, feel free to come to me... I'll always be your friend."

Hearing such hypocritical words, the last glimmer of hope in Liu Rumei's heart vanished.

I even felt nauseous and vomited.

She wants to break off the engagement.

No matter the cost or the injustice she suffered, she did not want to have any further connection with Zhao Qing.

"I'll write it now, and you won't have to worry about me anymore. My world doesn't need a friend like you." Liu Rumei smiled sadly, bit her finger, and dripped the blood onto the Tianxia Post.

Just then, a magical artifact, moving with lightning speed, suddenly flew in from outside the main hall and struck directly at the Heavenly Invitation in front of Liu Rumei.

Liu Rumei exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Qing was leaning over, intently watching Liu Rumei write, when the Heavenly Invitation, along with the glittering magic weapon, hit him in the face.

"Ouch--!"

Zhao Qing's entire face ached, and he covered his nose as a warm, scarlet liquid flowed out.

What is that?

He looked angrily at the magical artifact lying on the ground, which turned out to be a small boot!

"What are you writing about?"

A childish yet slightly domineering voice rang out from outside the main hall.

Luo Huanzhen appeared, seated on a lotus throne.

Zhao Qing roared, "Luo Huanzhen!!! What are you doing?!"

She climbed down from the throne, hopped into the hall on one foot, picked up her little boots, and while putting them on her tiny feet, looked up at him innocently and said, "Junior Nephew Zhao, what's your hurry? Sister Mei hasn't even written yet, and you're already eagerly coming up here to stare. What, are you afraid she won't write something that satisfies you?"

Zhao Qing's face turned ashen: "Stop spouting nonsense! Ru Mei herself wanted to break off the engagement, and I granted her wish. What's wrong with that?"

Luo Huanzhen tilted his head, asking curiously, "To grant your wish?"

She casually picked up the invitation letter that had rolled to the ground, walked up to Zhao Qing, and her delicate, pretty face was full of seriousness: "If Junior Nephew Zhao really wants to fulfill Sister Mei's wish, then you should write this invitation letter. Just say that it was your reason for breaking off the engagement with her."

Zhao Qing's expression changed. "What do you know, you're just a six-year-old child? It's none of your business what happens between Ru Mei and me!"

He won't write it.

He is a medical cultivator, and the most important thing for a medical cultivator is a reputation for benevolence. How can he stand in the cultivation world if he writes this down?

"Alright." Hengyangzi finally spoke, his voice deep and heavy, carrying the pressure of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. "Luo Huanzhen, this is a matter between adults. You're just a child, you shouldn't concern yourself with these things."

He said this with a furrowed brow and a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes as he looked at Luo Huanzhen.

This little girl is really spoiled by Yun Yao.

They were trying to protect the sect's reputation, but she came to cause them trouble; it was simply infuriating.

Although Liu Rumei tried her best to maintain her composure, her eyes still reddened when Luo Zhenhuan stood up for her.

It's better to have a child you've just met who is truly sincere to you than to have someone you think is your future husband.

Sensing the hostility emanating from the Nascent Soul stage sect leader towards Luo Huanzhen, Liu Rumei instinctively pulled her over and shielded her behind her.

"Zhenzhen, you are a disciple of the Xuantian Sect and will be living in the sect in the future. Don't risk your life for me."

"Sister Mei." Luo Huanzhen reached out her little hand and gently tugged at Liu Rumei's sleeve, her voice soft and sweet, "Don't be afraid, Zhenzhen didn't come alone."

Liu Rumei was taken aback.

Before the words were finished—

A cool, moonlit aura wafted in from outside the palace.

It was neither intense nor domineering, yet it silently seeped into every corner of the hall.

The original pressure from the Nascent Soul and Golden Core stages in the main hall melted away silently in the face of this aura, like ice meeting fire.

"She's a child, so may I talk to you, Hengyang?"

A figure in cyan walked in unhurriedly.

Hengyangzi was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stepped down from his position as sect leader.

He greeted her with a fawning and respectful expression: "Uncle-Master, what brings you here?"

Yun Yao, dressed in a green robe with her black hair cascading down her face, stared at Hengyang Zi with her dark blue eyes. A hint of anger lingered on her beautiful face: "I never imagined that the once prestigious and righteous Xuantian Sect would behave in such a way under your tutelage?"

Hengyangzi stammered, "Uncle-Master, I... I'm doing this for the sake of the sect's reputation."

Yun Yao coldly interrupted him: "Correcting mistakes in time is for the sake of the sect's reputation!"

Hengyangzi: "..."

He kept his head down, looking frustrated, and didn't dare to utter a single word.

Yun Yao's gaze swept lightly over Zhao Qing again. "You write the 'World's Call to Action,' write it truthfully. A true man should be upright and honest; if he is wrong, he is wrong. This kind of hypocrisy is a disgrace to the Xuan Tian Sect."

Luo Huanzhen, still holding the "World's Best Scroll," ran up to Zhao Qing again.

"Here, write it down!"

This time, Zhao Qing dared not say anything.

He took the scroll with a pale face, bit his fingertip to draw blood, and began to write.

Luo Huanzhen squatted down beside him.

Zhao Qing writes a word, and she reads it aloud.

Zhao Qing was furious and gritted her teeth, saying angrily, "You don't need to do this! I will write the truth!"

Luo Zhenhuan refused seriously: "No, I don't trust you. Besides, I've recently learned to read, and whenever I see words, I like to read them aloud."