บท 1292: That is All The Respect You Get

The seraph with the Red Lotus huadian traced a delicate finger along the edge of her lotus-shaped forehead ornament, her gaze lingering on the distant mountain summit. "Hmmm..." she murmured, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly, as if sensing the faint echo of a powerful presence lingering there.

Before the thought could deepen, Luce approached with an effervescent smile, clapping her hands together warmly. "Ah, welcome, welcome!" she greeted, her charm filling the air.

The banquet crowd responded with excitement, faces lighting up at the sight of the two seraphs. Whispers spread like wildfire, with conversations brimming with admiration and respect. Some of the guests even adjusted their postures and outfits in a subtle attempt to appear more presentable.