"Swoosh"
The crowd automatically parted to create a passage for her. Everyone's gaze suddenly converged on her, starting at her enchantingly beautiful face, then trailing down to the sword in her hand, all speculating about her origins.
"Whose daughter is this girl? She looks like a fairy; I've never seen her before! With such lineage, she must be someone extraordinary to attend this banquet!"
"Where did that sword come from? Such a large sword—where was she hiding it? Why did nobody notice, nobody confiscated it?"
Bai Qingqing's pale face turned even paler, her lips quivering, her body leaning more closely against Wu Zongyu, tightly clinging to his arm without letting go, the fear in her heart growing wildly like weeds. She looked up at Wu Zongyu, only to see his gaze fixedly stuck on Lan Tian, her grip on his arm tightening even more.
