When the herald called the name, a stir ran through the younger cultivators.
Among the guests, a woman in dark-blue robes stepped forward—Mi Ling.
Her expression was composed, her eyes calm yet sharp, like blades concealed beneath silk.
"The Starry Sky Alliance extends its congratulations," she said evenly. "This Starcore Pendant was recovered from the ruins of the Seventh Heaven's Spiral. May it bless the union."
As she presented the box, her gaze briefly swept over Dong Rou, measuring and assessing her, before she turned and left without another word.
"What is this woman doing here?" Dong Rui's voice echoed coldly in Liang's mind through a sound transmission.
Liang's expression did not change in the slightest. His reply was calm, almost indifferent.
"I was the one who invited her."
Dong Rui's eyes flickered with surprise. "You? Why would you do such a thing? Isn't she your sworn enemy?"
At this, the corners of Liang's lips curved faintly, though his gaze remained steady.
