Flying Immortal Gathering
The young man wore a tall crown and a white scholar's robe. He was handsome and refined, tall and slender, with an air of arrogance that made him seem like a dashing young noble.
"Young Sect Master, why have you come down so soon?" A Tianyun Sect disciple hurried over, smiling obsequiously.
"Everything's taken care of. Let's go!" Shangguan Feng waved his hand and strode away.
Seeing this, the other Tianyun Sect disciples hurried after him. Before long, they had all left.
Murong Xiaoxiao came downstairs. When she saw Shi Yue, delight flickered in her eyes. Smiling sweetly, she said, "Fellow Daoist Li, are you here to buy pills? Please, come upstairs."
Soon, Shi Yue was sitting in a room on the third floor, with Murong Xiaoxiao seated opposite him.
"Senior Sister Murong, Shangguan Feng didn't give you a hard time, did he? Why did he suddenly leave?"
Hearing Shi Yue's question, warmth flowed through Murong Xiaoxiao's heart. She said, "No. He came tonight to deliver an invitation, asking me to attend the Flying Immortal Gathering. I didn't want to accept, but if I refused, he would keep bringing people to Hundred Pills Hall to harass us and disrupt our business. Left with no choice, I agreed to go."
"The Flying Immortal Gathering? What's that?" Shi Yue was slightly taken aback, and his brows furrowed.
"According to Shangguan Feng, Flying Immortal City holds a Flying Immortal Gathering every ten years. The attendees are elite disciples from various sects and Cultivation Families. It's meant to be an opportunity to exchange cultivation insights—in simple terms, it's a large gathering. Sometimes they also hold an Exchange Meeting. It's one of the grandest events in Flying Immortal City." Murong Xiaoxiao explained slowly.
"Can't you get in without an invitation? When is