When Liu Changxu followed the others into the Star-Plucking Tower, he saw a circular jade platform on the left side of the spacious first-floor hall. A square jade table stood upon it, presumably for cultivators delivering discourses on the Dao.
On the right sat three Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment Cultivators, two women and one man, side by side. Each had a jade table before them laid with spirit fruit and spirit tea.
All three Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment Cultivators looked extremely young, appearing to be only eighteen or nineteen.
Liu Changxu had met the beautiful female cultivator seated in the elevated central seat once before. She was none other than Senior Sister Wang Qingmei.
Senior Sister Prince possessed beauty fit to shame flowers and outshine the moon. She wore a pink dress, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, her figure graceful as a willow and her face lovely as peach blossoms. Her phoenix eyes resembled pools of autumn water, every glance brimming with charm, like an immortal maiden descended to the mortal world!
To Wang Qingmei's left sat a handsome young man in a white cultivator robe. His posture was erect, his face smooth as polished jade, and his nose straight and firm. His sharp eyes held a trace of icy arrogance, exerting tremendous pressure on anyone who looked at him. Liu Changxu had no recollection of him and did not know where he came from.
The beautiful female cultivator seated to Wang Qingmei's right was also a peerless beauty. Dressed in blue-green, she carried herself with exceptional grace, her shifting glances captivating and her beauty unrivaled-a beauty that shook the soul.
Behind the three were rows upon rows of tables and chairs. The tables were laden with spirit fruit and spirit tea, clearly prepared for the