The people from Green Mountain were easy to recognize, because they arrived last, and because they really were easy to recognize.
The man with ordinary, delicate features and a tranquil aura, whose sword was even more tranquil in his arms, was naturally Gu Qing, the future Imperial Tutor.
The man with drooping eyelids, hugging himself as he was about to fall asleep, was naturally Zhuo Rusui, True Person Liu Ci's last disciple.
The woman with little braids, black strands drifting lightly at her temples, and bright, striking eyes with clearly defined blacks and whites, was naturally Zhao Layue.
The man in white, without equal in the world, was of course Jing Jiu.
Countless gazes fell upon him.
Whether Netherworld powerhouses took flight into the heavens or cultivators of the Chaotian Continent ascended, both involved flying, but only he could be said to have soared straight into the sky in a single flight.
After cultivating for mere decades, he had become the Sect Master of the Green Mountain Sect, a person of the highest standing on the Chaotian Continent. This had never happened in the history of the Cultivation World.
People paid their respects one after another, but their feelings were complicated: much curiosity, much resistance and indignation, and some contempt and mockery.
Jing Jiu murmured an acknowledgment, nodded to a few girls he knew, and walked into the hall.
The cultivators of the various sects followed him into the great hall, and this Plum Gathering officially began.
Many chairs had already been arranged in the dim hall. White True Person sat in the first chair on the left, followed by Bu Qiuxiao of One-Thatch Studio, then the other three Valley Masters of the Zhongzhou Sect. Only after them came He Wei of the Kunlun Sect and those from the other