By now, around a hundred people had arrived at the cold jade square, scattered here and there, men and women, old and young alike.
"..."
Xiao Xiujing's eyelids twitched at those words. Alongside his astonishment, a nameless anger surged within him, and his brows knitted tightly.
To the east, more than a hundred feet away, where his gaze fell.
A young Daoist in magnificent purple robes and a golden crown happened to be looking calmly back at him.
The Daoist's face was like flawless jade, his features composed, his bearing cool and unworldly, like the moon at dawn, like the air of autumn, unforgettable at a glance. Hazy purple smoke drifted around him amid a soft radiance of jade.
Even immortals and gods stepping alive from a painting could scarcely have surpassed such looks and bearing!
Xiao Xiujing considered his own appearance outstanding, with few who could match him. He had even been praised for his "clear spirit, elegant frame, and exceptional bearing," and enjoyed the admiration of many noble ladies.
But compared with this man.
Much as he hated to admit it.
He was still overshadowed...
And now, quite a few female cultivators had gathered around Chen Heng, all beautiful, their cloudlike hair neatly dressed, their colorful sleeves trailing in the breeze.
The tinkling of their pendants rose and fell like a murmuring spring stream...
Xiao Xiujing's expression darkened slightly, and he said coldly:
"How interesting. It seems Xiao Fu was right after all! But how did you get in here?"
"I'm afraid all your painstaking efforts went to waste, Senior Brother Xiao."
Chen Heng merely smiled.
As Chen Chan had said, after entering Guangrong Immortal City two days earlier, he had sought out the Dragon Palace's people and revealed his identity to them.
Sure enough, the Dragon Palace's