"Nonsense! If it weren't for His Majesty's command, would we dare take the liberty to bring you here to the Qionglou?"
Jiang Xiaobai smirked slightly; indeed, it was a redundant question.
Before long, the cultivators who had been chatting lively below suddenly fell silent, and the sound of several phoenix cries echoed from high above.
Like all the cultivators in the square below, Jiang Xiaobai raised his head to gaze at the vast azure sky.
Nine phoenixes flew in from all directions, converging above the crowd, their necks intertwined with harmonious cries.
The nine phoenixes were incredibly large, spreading their wings wide enough to block out the sun. The nine phoenixes overhead darkened the square below.
Everyone was eagerly anticipating something; they knew this was just the prelude, the real spectacle had yet to appear.
"Today must be a significant festival."
