Outside the mountain gate of Flower Fairy Valley.
Ye Fan and Tang Yuan could originally have arrived last night, but considering the inconvenience of visiting a sect made up entirely of women late at night, they deliberately slowed their pace and only reached the foot of the mountain gate at dawn.
Before the two had even entered the gate, the fragrance of flowers covering the mountains and plains had already filled their nostrils. The scents were indescribably intricate, yet immensely soothing.
The two arrived at the mountain gate and were just about to report their identities and purpose to the Mountain Guarding Disciples.
Just then, a group of disciples returning from their morning cultivation and dew gathering happened to enter the sect.
The woman at the head of the group looked at Ye Fan and Tang Yuan with some wariness and demanded, "Who are you? What are you doing at Flower Fairy Valley so early in the morning?"
Ye Fan turned to look. There were roughly seven or eight people in the group, and the leading woman appeared to be in her early twenties. She was quite tall and exceptionally pretty.
Judging by her looks alone, she gave off an approachable feeling, yet coupled with her earlier icy words, she carried an aloof, distant sort of pride.
All of them wore Flower Fairy Valley's distinctive disciple robes, their Outer Garments embroidered with all manner of beautiful floral patterns. The material appeared light and soft, and every movement lent them an ethereal grace that was a delight to behold.
Sensing Ye Fan's appraising gaze, the leading woman's expression darkened with displeasure.
Seeing this, Ye Fan hurriedly said, "Miss, please do not take offense. I was moved by your beauty just now and lost myself for a moment."
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