At the head of Mount Dabie stood a palanquin made of flower petals, veiled all around by a thin gauze. Through it, a graceful silhouette could be vaguely discerned, attracting the furtive glances of not only the young novices but also many seasoned martial arts grandmasters who have ruled over their own kingdoms.
The sunlight from above permeated through the clouds, reflecting off the horizon, making it radiant and brilliant.
"Saintess, it's already Chen hour, but that Shi Xiaole has not arrived." The old lady in black, leaning on her walking stick, said, standing beside the palanquin.
She appeared fragile and feeble, yet even formidable warriors like the Broken Sun Blade Marquis did not dare to underestimate her. From her, they could sense a dangerously powerful aura.
"No need to worry, let's start."
The lady in the palanquin gently nodded, her seemingly casual words causing a sensation among the young and handsome men who heard her.
Such an enchanting voice!