"Hehe, honored guests of the Ancient Clan, this way, please!"
An aged voice rang out from the warship. Many replied politely before leaping down from the vessel and flying toward the cluster of buildings at the heart of the mountain range.
That was where the Ancient Clan would be receiving everyone this time.
Han Feng's group did not move. He merely stood quietly at the bow, his gaze fixed leisurely on the cloud-shrouded mountain peaks in the distance, as though waiting for something. Xiao Yan and the others stood silently behind him. Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin were also looking into the distance, their eyes carrying a trace of joy at seeing their close sisters.
They gazed from afar for quite some time.
At last, the figure atop the cloud-veiled peak moved.
She stepped upon the clouds and approached, the hem of her pale green dress fluttering in the wind. She was like a fairy descending from the sea of clouds beyond the heavens, carrying an ethereal air untouched by the mortal world. Beneath the countless watching eyes aboard the warship, she finally came to a stop outside it.
At the sight of this suddenly appearing girl in green, everyone aboard the warship turned to look at her, and countless eyes filled with unconcealed amazement.
The girl wore a pale green dress. Her long hair was casually tied with only a ribbon, falling softly past her slender waist to below her hips. As the breeze blew, her dark hair danced in the air, making her seem utterly transcendent.
That peerlessly beautiful face made even heaven and earth seem dim by comparison. Her lively, clear eyes held an ethereal purity, like the deepest starry sky, impossible to look away from once seen.
One glance could topple a city; a second