I Just Wanted To Live but I Somehow Became Better Than the Protagonist

Mu Qingyin had been watching Ye Yong intently since earlier. This was her first understanding of why he pursued music and painting. She felt neither disappointment nor solace. For Ye Yong spoke the truth; what suits oneself is indeed the best. Of course, if pressed to answer whether she felt happy, there was a flicker of joy within her. For Ye Yong’s declaration of love for music and painting meant he would not abandon the Hall of Arts.

“Very good, very good.” Among the seven visiting elders, three from the Sword Hall, two from the Blade Hall, one from the Fist Hall, and the last one began to clap.

Ye Yong did not recognize him. The elder appeared older, with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor, lacking the sharpness typical of sword or blade cultivators. His physique was lean, suggesting he was not a fist cultivator either.

Noticing Ye Yong’s gaze, the elder smiled and said, “Hall of Alchemy, Gongsun Yao. I have been summoned here as a witness, to ensure that should you choose to join a hall, no one will forcibly retain you.”

“Ah, it is Elder Gongsun! My apologies!” Upon hearing the name, Ye Yong immediately placed it in his mind, recognizing that this character had a significant role in the narrative, belonging to the crucial early to mid-story arc.