Ghost Underworld City, Illusion Sound Pavilion.
Zhang Xuan was drawn in by the soul-piercing melodies of zithers and lutes and entered with great interest.
Before him stretched a sea of graceful figures, with lingering music winding through the air.
The Illusion Sound Pavilion was originally private territory, and outsiders were not permitted within. Zhang Xuan was immediately shouted at and attacked.
However, the arrivals were no match for Zhang Xuan. He bound them to the ground, leaving them unable to move as they gnashed their teeth in rage.
Having neither grievance nor enmity with them, Zhang Xuan had no interest in stirring up trouble. After saying a few words, he prepared to leave.
Just then, an ethereal yet authoritative female voice rang out from the Void, echoing throughout the entire Illusion Sound Pavilion.
"Fellow Daoist! Please wait!"
Hearing the voice, Zhang Xuan frowned and halted, turning around.
The disciples of the Illusion Sound Pavilion all revealed excited and respectful expressions upon hearing it.
The White Skirt Woman who had been bound to the ground by Zhang Xuan and could not move shouted as though she had seen a savior, "Pavilion Master, save me!"
"Pavilion Master?" Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes as he looked toward the voice.
The Void rippled, and an incomparably beautiful woman emerged. She wore a light Azure Luan Bird Pattern Long Dress, her waist-length hair adorned with many precious ornaments. Her skin was fair as snow, her features exquisite, and her figure graceful.
Lotuses bloomed beneath her every step, Origin Essence swirling around her as she radiated an awe-inspiring bearing.
Zhang Xuan was briefly captivated and looked at her a few more times, but quickly composed himself.
After landing, the woman glanced at the shouting White Skirt Woman without saying anything. Then she turned her gaze toward