Several powerful vine-type Soul Beasts had gathered on the first viewing platform to the left.
At their head stood a silent, iron-tower of a man. He was powerfully built, two and a half meters tall, with an imposing presence. Simply standing there, he formed an insurmountable barrier. Clearly, he was one of the clan's experts.
Close behind him was an elegant beauty with a graceful figure and an icy demeanor. Her beauty was pure and coldly exquisite, radiating peerless grace.
Behind them stood a middle-aged man, a young man, and a lively young woman.
The middle-aged man walked slowly toward them, composed and refined, with a gentle smile. His bearing was like a flowing spring, naturally giving off a warmth that made others feel close to him.
The young man wore a long azure robe and carried himself with distinction, an extraordinary air evident in his features. His posture was straight and his steps unhurried, as though each footfall followed a rhythm.
His azure robe fluttered gently in the breeze, like a touch of verdant color in a landscape painting, both fresh and profound, unforgettable at a glance. This young man possessed not only outstanding looks but an inner excellence that drew others irresistibly to him.
The lively young woman wore a radiant smile, warm and bright as summer sunshine. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, and every movement brimmed with life and energy. She wore brightly colored clothes, her skirt swaying gently with her steps.
The icy beauty inclined her head slightly, elegance and grace shining in her shifting gaze. She parted her lips, her voice as pleasing as spring water. "Mo Yun, Qing Lin, Qing Yun, Qing Xiu, it's been a long time."
The young man in the azure robe was Qing Yun. At her words, he smiled faintly