In the hall of the Netherworld King Mansion.
A middle-aged man sat solemnly in the main seat, his gaze cold and resolute, while beside his right hand sat a dashing young man with a handsome face. The young man wore a snow-white long robe, his back hair tied in a bun, akin to the scholarly swordsmen of history. Beside the young man sat a young maiden in the prime of her youth, wearing a purple long dress.
Other than the dashing young man and the young maiden sitting beside the middle-aged man's right hand, all other assorted people sat on the left side of the middle-aged man.
"That is the Pavilion Master, Lu Li."
Yan Shan entered the hall without a sound, quickly grabbing Ye Xuan's arm and retreating to an inconspicuous spot on the side.
Jiang Xing followed beside Yan Shan.
As cultivators in the Netherworld King Mansion, one must remember etiquette clearly. In such formal occasions, cultivators of his level and Jiang Xing's level were entirely unfit to attend.
