Upon hearing Martial Aunt Jian Wu's voice transmission, Wang Jixuan had thought the Small Annihilation Bomb had killed one of their own.
He took Peony with him and hurriedly rode a cloud toward the nearby main peak.
The elders had not appeared. Jian Wu sat in the main seat of the great hall, where twenty or thirty Second Generation and Third Generation experts had already gathered.
Just as Wang Jixuan descended from his cloud outside the hall doors, a subtle fragrance wafted toward him.
He paused and looked over, only to be dazzled by Senior Sister Bai Ning, who had clearly dressed up with particular care today.
She was truly dazzling.
In every sense of the word.
Bai Ning had a slightly voluptuous figure, though that fullness was limited to her chest and hips.
A silk sash cinched lightly around her waist, outlining a slender waist one could hardly grasp;
Her wide sleeves drifted like clouds, carrying her sweet, fresh scent upon the breeze;
Now, she hurried forward with graceful steps. Her pale pink gauze skirt trembled lightly, autumn waters shimmered in her eyes, and before she spoke, there was already a hint of affection in them. The smile spreading over her lips hid within her dimples, stirring endless reverie.
Bai Ning stopped half a zhang ahead of him and called brightly, "Junior Brother, you're here."
Wang Jixuan nodded with a smile. "Senior Sister Bai Ning, are you heading out?"
"What would I be going out for?" Bai Ning stepped forward half a pace with perfect ease. "I came to bring you over. You aren't very familiar with your fellow senior brothers and sisters, so I'll introduce you."
Wang Jixuan: We aren't all that familiar either.
Though Daoist Wang had no such feelings toward Bai Ning, he could not bring