This was a man in his twenties, or perhaps a little older, with refined features and an elegant demeanor. He wore a moon-white long gown that draped his body like a milky fog enveloping a person. His light steps and swift movements truly resembled a wisp of smoke blowing into the hall.
Everyone's gaze was drawn to this fog-like figure.
At that moment, a cold gleam broke through the mist, revealing a long sword in the man's hand, as a silver snake emerging from its hole, aimed directly at the dome of the great hall.
The hall instantly echoed with the sound of hurried breathing, while Tushere widened her eyes in delight.
She recognized him as the one they saw at Wangyun Pavilion before.
In that mesmerized instant, the drumbeat suddenly stopped, and everyone's consciousness paused. Immediately, a melodious, clear flute sound resonated, like a cool breeze caressing one's ears, enchanting the mind.
