Upon hearing this, Ning Fa could not help looking toward the female cultivator in the purple dress. She was likely the Fairy Suxian they had mentioned.
The woman's face was clear and refined, with a rare heroic grace for a woman. There was even a trace of sharpness between her brows.
Ning Fa felt that her temperament was very similar to Yun Ying's. However, when it came to beauty, this woman surpassed her by a notch or two.
The woman seemed to sense something and looked in Ning Fa's direction.
Her heroic brows furrowed, and she actually shot Ning Fa a fierce glare.
Ning Fa naturally looked away, secretly amused. It seemed this was a rose with thorns.
At the same time, he could not help sighing inwardly. The Tianyin Pavilion truly was filled with beauties. No wonder those Spirit Talisman Sect disciples were so excited.
And it was not just them now. Even the disciples of the Huayu Sect and Golden Rainbow Sect wore eager, excited expressions, clearly thinking of how the moon was easier to pluck from a nearby terrace.
For many of them, even the reluctance they had felt at leaving their homes had been greatly diluted because of this.
Soon, the Tianyin Pavilion cultivators took their seats, and their arrival interrupted Fang Yong's duel with Ning Fa.
However, Fang Yong did not give up. His eyes flashed as he rose to his feet, just about to speak again.
But at that moment, another violent rush of wind tore through the air. A massive black cauldron flew over from the sky, with twenty or thirty cultivators standing atop it.
Yun Jing, Tianfu, and Miaoyin, who had been chatting and laughing at the seats of honor, immediately turned to look toward the horizon.
True Lord Tianfu's brows furrowed