'Confucian True Words...'
Lu Mingyuan narrowed his eyes. It seemed he knew who was behind this mischief.
At this moment, another rainbow light descended from the heavens, and a beautiful figure appeared.
"I can testify."
An Immortal Lady with a cold expression stepped through the void. Her face was beautiful enough to topple cities, and a lotus Daoist coronet could not hide her refined, otherworldly temperament.
Her hair was jet-black and glossy, and her facial features were delicate and distinct, like a jade beauty. The loose Daoist robe could not conceal her slender, proud figure.
Upon seeing this refined woman, everyone cupped their hands in salute.
"Greetings, Fairy Ci Hang."
"Greetings, Lishuang National Preceptor."
"Greetings, Yuqing Peak Master."
A variety of titles were called out. Lu Mingyuan also cupped his hands. "Greetings, Elder Sui."
Just then, a prompt appeared before his eyes.
