The heavy, ancient wooden doors of the Falling Blossom Villa had barely finished swinging completely inward when a sudden, blinding flash of colourful silk robes and shifting spiritual entities violently bypassed the threshold.
The Ten Crowns of the supreme Shen Clan, leading the way alongside Huo Yue, Zhu Ziyan, Ning Xueli, Ling Luochen, Xia Mengyao, Luo Mingye, and Qian Yunxi, immediately entered the pristine interior of the grand villa like a swarm of elegant locusts.
They completely, ruthlessly abandoned all high-born noble decorum, their eyes scanning the pristine jade corridors and layout design before they immediately scattered across the multiple affluent floors, choosing their own private, array-fortified luxurious rooms with loud, overlapping shouts of triumph.
Xie Ji stood entirely frozen by the stone table in the center of the peach blossom courtyard, his bamboo broom still completely forgotten in the dirt.
