"My name is Xie Yuan. Please take a look, Fairy."
The Five-Colored Light Wings behind Luo Hong stirred, and a white dragon scale flew out, coming to rest in his palm.
"Oh? You're the friend Fellow Daoist Wu invited?"
After sensing its aura briefly, Tian Fei'er recognized the owner of the white dragon scale.
"Indeed. Why did Brother Wu not come with you, Fairy? Could it be that he is not handling the welcoming duties this time?"
Luo Hong immediately asked without betraying any emotion.
"Our clan is sparsely populated. Apart from a select few members, everyone must first serve as greeters before acting as stewards for the convention.
Although Fellow Daoist Wu is a rare new clansman seen only once in ten thousand years, he cannot be exempted. He is likely already on his way here.
However, there is no need for us to wait here. Although Dragon Island is near the Moksha Realm, it will still take us quite some time to get there.
The convention is not far off now, so we should set out at once and let Fellow Daoist Wu catch up with us along the way."
Tian Fei'er only wanted to return to Dragon Island as quickly as possible. After speaking, she reached out toward the high sky behind her.
At once, several neighs rang out from an ordinary-looking patch of Bai Yun in the sky.
Immediately afterward, a white flying carriage pulled by several red beasts came racing out from it.
The carriage was over a hundred feet long, entirely white as jade and engraved with countless exquisite patterns.
The four beasts pulling it resembled fine horses, but each had dragon horns on its head, red scales covering its body, and blazing crimson flames wrapped around its entire form. They were clearly no