The spectators naturally retreated far away, not daring to disturb, while they stretched their necks, eagerly looking into the distance, each with excitement on their face.
To have Lady Baihua and so many esteemed guests personally go out to greet someone certainly meant that the arriving person carried immense weight, to the extent that the entire banquet seemed to be just a backdrop for her.
Unlike others who felt excited, expectant, and tense, Chu Xuan took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and looked northward indifferently.
Soon, everyone outside Wuyou Valley, including the many cultivators from Dieyi Workshop, saw a figure riding a cloud from afar.
The person arriving had neither multicolored auspicious clouds nor a myriad of lucky omens, nor celestial flowers scattering; neither were there azure dragons and white tigers, nor divine beasts like the azure bird or purple phoenix by her side; she neither rode a carriage nor a sedan, just a single white garment whiter than snow.
