As everyone focused their attention on Xiao Yan and Bai Xun, the figure of an elderly woman slowly appeared. She wore an elegant long dress, its hem embroidered with exquisite luan bird patterns that swayed gently with her movements as though alive. Though her face bore the marks of time, it was still clear that in her youth, she must have possessed peerless beauty that eclipsed all others. The only regret was that her eyes, which should have been so lively, held no light at all.
Her aura was gentle yet profound, like a clear spring in the mountains—calm and distant. With a light sweep of her sleeve, even the surrounding air seemed to freeze, as though time had stopped at that very moment. Her steps were light and composed, each one falling upon the rhythm of heaven and earth, creating a subtle harmony with everything around her. Standing before her felt as though one were facing heaven and earth themselves.
No one knew when such a being had arrived, but it was impossible not to notice her. The moment the members of the Heavenly Luan Clan saw the old woman, they immediately dropped to one knee in salute. "Greetings, Ancestor!" Their eyes were filled with reverence, and afterward, they remained absolutely silent.
Xiao Yan also glanced at the old woman. When he had previously condensed the Dou Qi storm, this ancestor of the Heavenly Luan Clan had appeared for an instant, but he had not gotten a clear look at her then. Now that she stood before him, the feeling she gave him was something Xiao Yan could not describe in words. Mu Qingluan had already introduced her to him earlier: this was the Heavenly Luan Clan's most secretive existence, the Heavenly Luan Ancestor, Mu Yaoyin!
Bai Xun and