Night fell, and Spirit City was brilliantly lit. The Sacred Radiance Hall, located in the heart of the inner city, was especially lively tonight. A Youth Spirit Master Exchange Gala initiated by Saintess Hu Liena was being held here.
Cups clinked throughout the hall as finely dressed young Spirit Masters gathered in small groups to chat. As the host, Hu Liena wore a magnificent golden gown, her smile radiant as she moved gracefully among the guests. The restrained killing intent she had tempered in the City of Slaughter gave her bright demeanor an added pressure that made hearts tremble, drawing countless gazes of admiration and wariness.
Wearing the pale pink gown Hu Liena had sent her, Ning Rongrong sat quietly in an inconspicuous corner, holding a glass of fruit juice and taking small sips. She appeared obedient and delicate, completely out of place amid the slightly boisterous surroundings, like a little white rabbit that had wandered into a pack of wolves. Yet anyone who looked closely would discover that her lowered eyes were utterly calm, even carrying a trace of icy scrutiny.
She observed everyone, especially the young Spirit Masters who tried to approach her, probe the attitude of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, or were simply drawn in by her appearance. With seemingly timid responses and the occasional display of "admiration" for Spirit Hall, she skillfully dealt with them all without revealing the slightest flaw.
Hu Liena's gaze occasionally swept over Ning Rongrong. Seeing her "timid" appearance, the corner of her lips twitched almost imperceptibly. She did not believe Ning Rongrong was as simple as she appeared. She had heard something of what happened in Nuoding City, but she believed even more firmly that before absolute strength and power, such petty cleverness could not stir up any waves.