In the water, amidst the trembling glow of fireflies overhead, a One Leaf Jade Boat slowly flew in and stopped at the edge of the pool. Several beautiful and charming girls stepped down first, followed by men trailing behind.
Their complexions were delicately pretty, their eyes shimmered like autumn waters, their clothes as colorful as rosy clouds, and the sound of their tinkling ornaments rang out as they walked. They possessed both the ethereal grace of Immortals and the demure elegance of noble ladies.
Such style, such poise, Ning Xiaoxian blinked in admiration, wondering which sect's female disciples these girls were from, until her gaze passed over them and landed on the man in the back.
There were three men following behind, two of whom she didn't recognize, but the one lagging at the very end with his handsome brows and extraordinary bearing was none other than—
Quan Shifang.
Ah, so these people were from the Chaoyun Sect.
