In front of the mountain gate's open space, the four Peak First Seats and the eight Hall Masters gathered, followed by dozens of true disciples lining the mountain path on both sides.
Everyone present wore the sect's ceremonial robes, solemn and grand, with an invisible aura that merged into one, causing the birds in the sky above not to dare cross over, the beasts in the forest not to dare roar, clouds twisted apart, and the light from the sky descended, truly terrifying.
Seeing this setup, Zhu Yuxian's heart stirred, and she quickly became thoughtful, her steps halting.
Lu Chengfeng hadn't reacted yet when Zhu Yuxian gave him an almost imperceptible push on his back, prompting him to walk to the front.
