Ning Fengzhi wore a moon-white brocade robe, its cuffs embroidered with dark golden flowing cloud patterns, and walked steadily at the front.
His left hand lightly toyed with the jade pendant at his waist, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the fine patterns on its surface, though he could not hide the suppressed smile in his eyes.
At his side, Sword Douluo Chen Xin occasionally swept his gaze over the crowd, his eyes as sharp as an unsheathed blade.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong was entirely different from the two of them. He walked with slightly brisk steps, wearing a somewhat carefree smile.
Only when his deep eyes passed over the disciples gathered outside the hall did an almost imperceptible sharpness flash within them.
Lin Yao held Ning Rongrong's small hand as he walked at the back, his warm, strong fingers firmly clasping the girl's hand beside him.
Ning Rongrong wore a pink ruqun, its hem embroidered with tiny peach blossoms.
She gently swung their clasped hands, her little face full of curiosity. From time to time, she looked up at Lin Yao, her eyes glittering brightly.
The moment the five of them stepped out through the vermilion gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main hall, sunlight broke through the clouds and cast a golden edge over the white jade plaza before the hall.
The plaza was already packed with sect disciples. Dressed in uniform blue disciple robes, they stood densely across the square, their low murmurs rising and falling like waves.
Some disciples stood on tiptoe, craning their necks toward the hall entrance while still clutching wooden practice swords they had not had time to put down.
Others gathered together, frowning as they discussed the strange phenomenon that had appeared near the hall earlier, their fingers constantly gesturing at the