At the same time, Su Yi swept his gaze across the entire venue and looked toward the guest seats from afar.
Then, at a single glance, he recognized Lu Qingmei.
She still looked as she had in Yi Dao Xuan's memories: clad in a pale white gown with broad sleeves, her raven-black hair coiled into a bun, her fair Jade Face possessing the pure, otherworldly beauty of a young maiden. Her eyes were lively as water and bright as stars.
She sat there with casual poise, yet her slender, graceful figure exuded an awe-inspiring majesty that seized the soul.
Like an Empress seated high above the Ninth Heaven, looking down upon all living beings beneath the heavens.
Yet Su Yi knew very well that this woman had more than one face. Her heart was unfathomable, cunning and ever-changing.
Yi Dao Xuan had once been intimate with her. He had been a man of such resolute and formidable cultivation of heart, yet during dual cultivation, he had nearly been killed by her.
One could well imagine how skilled this woman was at disguising herself and concealing her feelings.
Su Yi noticed that Lu Qingmei was looking at him as well.
At that instant, he clearly sensed a subtle emotion stirring in the depths of her eyes.
Su Yi's gaze was clear and tranquil. He met it calmly, then naturally shifted his eyes away, no longer paying attention to her.
Lu Qingmei's exquisite delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. Soon after, she withdrew her gaze as well and remained silent.
At this moment, Sect Leader Liang Lingxu and Third Elder Ku Zhen in the guest seats wore complicated expressions.
Su Yi's arrival had caused a sensation throughout the venue and had also made them clearly witness the prestige and influence Su Yi now possessed