On the mountainside of Pillar of Heaven Peak, the guest reception hall was built extravagantly, each one with a separate courtyard.
The courtyards were layered unevenly, with gardens in the middle, accompanied by streams and towering trees, and mist swirling around the mountainside, like an Immortal Realm.
Lin Daoqi led the way, inviting Xie Sanniang and a group of female disciples into a courtyard.
Along the way, male cultivators from various sects turned their heads to watch, whispering about them.
Some had eyes shining with greed, some with anger, some with murderous intent, and others with surprise.
Most people present recognized each other, and they didn't expect that the Mystic Yin Sect dared to come here so openly.
Especially the disciples of Mount Shu next door, they gripped their longswords tighter.
A purple-haired young man looked at Wang Xiaoya and smirked, exchanging a glance with the leading elder before returning to the house together.
