The crowd in the hall listened quietly to Lady Baihua's address.
"In past years, an ancestral master from my Wuyou Valley deeply felt how challenging the cultivation journey was for women cultivators, and thus always hoped to widely make friends and discuss the difficulties, insights, and gains encountered during cultivation."
"However, the Daoist friends one can make personally are ultimately limited."
"With the blooming of flowers in Wuyou Valley, the ancestral master invited several close friends to come to the valley to admire the flowers and discuss the Dao, suddenly emerging with the thought of hosting such a banquet..."
Chu Xuan was uninterested in these ceremonious words, simply sipping some wine while observing the various guests.
As for Ji Mingyu, her gaze was not on Chu Xuan, and naturally, his gaze wasn't on her either.
