Su Qingwan sat down directly to Qin Yan's left.
She wore flowing white robes, a thin veil over her face, and her long hair cascaded down to her waist.
As she sat, her robes fluttered gently, carrying a faint scent of ink and books.
The fragrance was refined and tranquil, like the scent of books in spring, calming the mind.
To Qin Yan's right and across from him sat Yue Qing and Xiao Han from Emperor Fall Valley.
Yue Qing had delicate features and a quiet air between her brows. She sat down to Qin Yan's right and gave him a slight nod in greeting.
Xiao Han sat opposite Qin Yan, his expression calm and unreadable.
His gaze rested on Qin Yan for a moment before shifting away to somewhere else.
"This seating arrangement... is interesting."
Qin Yan thought to himself.
Had they seated those who had fought each other during the day at the same table because they believed that, having already become "familiar" once, it would be easier for them to become "familiar" again?
Or did they want them to speak face-to-face and clear the air, so no grudges remained in their hearts?
Qin Yan swept his gaze around and discovered that the other tables had been arranged exactly like theirs.
Each table had two Holy Land disciples and two Emperor Fall Valley disciples, with both sides having fought each other during the day.
Long Aotian and Luo Qinghe sat at one table, Lin Ruoxi and Li Tianxing at another, Huang Jiuli and Shi Potian at another, and Beichen Xing and Lie Feng at another.
Every table was filled with old opponents seated face-to-face.
Only one table was an exception.
That table had only Feng Wuji and Bai Wuchen.
Feng Wuji sat on one side, while Bai Wuchen