An Lihong exchanged a few polite words with the other Holy Court stewards before leading everyone up the wide stone steps.
Though many among the Guardians of the Gods are already thirty-four years old, more of them are still young, eighteen or nineteen, or in their early twenties, full of energy. It's their first time visiting the Holy Court, so it's inevitable to be excited, making the atmosphere along the way as noisy as a market.
An Lihong and the stewards turned to glance at them yet said nothing. However, Mu Hanyan could clearly perceive the disgust and disdain in their eyes, even a hint of hostility.
It seems the people of the Holy Court aren't welcoming our arrival. Mu Hanyan furrowed her brows and thought quietly.
