On the mountaintop, countless figures gathered, and the atmosphere was exceptionally lively.
People clustered in groups of three or five, gathered here to discuss matters.
The entire mountain had also been arranged with extraordinary care.
A vast plaza had been carved out here, filled with jade tables laden with all manner of food and fruit. Wisps of white mist curled through the air, making it seem like a scene from an immortal realm.
This had been arranged by the ancient clans using a unique formation, setting it apart from the outside world.
Even Lu Chen could not help but secretly praise it.
"Young Hero Lu, Han Qingyue is here too."
Huangfu Wang had sharp eyes and nearly at once spotted Han Qingyue amid the crowd, surrounded like the moon by a host of stars.
She wore a blue dress, with silver hair and blue eyes, her skin fair as snow. Like an iceberg beauty, she stood among the crowd while many young members of the ancient clans gazed at her with infatuation in their eyes.
Her entire bearing was icy cold, and she gave no one a pleasant look. Yet the more she acted this way, the more people desperately wanted to approach her and strike up a conversation.
When she sensed Lu Chen, her sapphire eyes glanced distantly in his direction. Then, expressionless, she turned away again.
"Uh, she seems angry with you."
Huangfu Wang transmitted his voice.
Putting on airs.
Lu Chen sneered inwardly.
In others' eyes, this woman was cold and aloof, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.
But only he knew just how bizarre she was.
He could not be bothered to pay her any attention.
"That over there is Yue Wuxia..."
Suddenly, Huangfu Wang's eyes flashed as he looked in another direction and