C1383 Half Year

On this day.

Qingcheng Mountain.

Although it was already midsummer, the wind still carried a slight chill as it blew past the cliff and gently ruffled Liu Jingyu's hair.

The current her did not look any different than half a year ago, but she was much more composed. Her body also had the formless aura of a sect leader, making no one dare to underestimate her