Midway up the mountain.
A vast manor sprawled across the cliffside.
White jade paved the ground, and spiritwood formed the pillars.
Halls and pavilions rose and fell in endless succession. Water-repelling luminous pearls hung from the eaves, their radiance interweaving to illuminate the entire estate as bright as day.
The manor buzzed with voices.
The moment Jiang Yuechu and her group stepped inside, they drew no small number of gazes.
The Xu Family was no insignificant force within the fifty-thousand-li Great Marsh.
Moreover, the Pale Wave Sect had been destroyed more than a month ago, leaving the Xu Family without its patron. The matter had stirred quite a commotion throughout this region.
The Xu Family's young and old had come today to offer birthday felicitations, so they had already attracted attention.
Yet the sight that met everyone's eyes carried a hint of strangeness.
Xun Bo, one of the four Chessmaster Realm cultivators, walked with a slight stoop, deliberately half a step behind the person at the front.
The young master of the Xu Family had his neck hunched in, trailing behind like a little chick.
The two of them were so constrained and cautious.
All because of the black-robed girl walking at the very front.
The girl moved with unhurried steps, her expression cool and aloof as she strolled ahead as though taking a leisurely walk through her own courtyard.
What ordinary human cultivator would dare behave so here?
She was more like those haughty demons and devils.
Feeling the probing stares coming from all directions, Xun Bo broke into a faint cold sweat.
He knew this manner of conduct would inevitably draw attention.
But how could he possibly dare slight the girl beside him?
Just as he was fretting uneasily.
An elderly man in brocade robes approached with a