Hearing this, the few who had been about to ask questions immediately turned their gaze toward the hall entrance. When they saw that familiar figure approaching at a leisurely pace, they instinctively rose to their feet.
There she was—that crimson figure, as dazzling as ever in their memories. The familiar face, the familiar form, stirred a surge of excitement within them.
"Feng Jiu."
They called out in unison, smiles lighting up their faces.
"Long time no see. How have you all been?" Feng Jiu entered with a smile, her gaze sweeping over the four before nodding approvingly. "Not bad. After all these years, you all look much more mature."
"You haven't changed a bit," Duan Ye remarked.
"No, no, you have. You've become even more refined and poised," Song Ming chuckled, his gaze fixed on her.
