Everyone turned their heads to see a group of people riding towards them through the air. Leading them was a woman in white, her beauty unmatched, her presence ethereal.
"Qinghe Saintess!" someone exclaimed.
Wang Xiu Jie's expression turned completely somber.
The personal arrival of Qinghe Saintess made things more complicated.
Qinghe Saintess moved gracefully with lotus-like steps, her white attire outshining snow, each step seeming to make lotus flowers bloom.
As she reached the mountaintop, the entire bustling scene fell silent.
"Holy Daughter."
The Man in Green Robe was the first to salute.
The Red-clothed Woman also put away her Fire Whip and slightly bowed.
"Why have you come personally?"
The corners of the Holy Daughter's lips lifted into a gentle smile.
"I heard there's been an anomaly at Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, so I've come to see for myself."
Her voice was melodious and pleasing, yet carried an undetectable tremor.
