Emperor Xuan Palace was a lively sight, with powerhouses from many prominent major forces in attendance.
The powerhouses from all sides chatted and exchanged pleasantries, making the atmosphere exceptionally bustling.
Outside Emperor Xuan Palace, on the ground and in the sky, a great number of martial artists had gathered as well.
These people had not received invitations from Emperor Xuan Palace and could not enter to observe the ceremony, so they clustered outside the mountain gate to watch.
How could martial artists who loved excitement possibly miss such a gathering of powerhouses?
It could be said that the martial artists gathered outside Emperor Xuan Palace outnumbered those observing the ceremony in the plaza, a dense and endless sea of people.
The people of Emperor Xuan Palace turned a blind eye to this. As long as these people did not barge into the sect, they would not interfere.
Amid the crowd stood two graceful figures. They were two women: Qian Xun Yue and Hong Qingxuan.
However, although both women had come, they were apart and not together.
Qian Xun Yue was dressed as she always was, in a pure white gown with a white veil covering her face, concealing her features from view.
Her autumn-water eyes gazed at the plaza of Emperor Xuan Palace, filled with endless complexity. She had not wanted to come, yet she had somehow arrived as if led by an unseen hand.
She knew that Su Mo would challenge Shangguan Hao today, because she had once followed Su Mo to Emperor Spirit City and seen the words he had left upon the city wall.
With a soft sigh, Qian Xun Yue's willow brows furrowed slightly. In her view, if Su Mo truly issued his challenge today, it would be no different from seeking his own death.
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