Chu Xuan even noticed that people from Wuyou Valley were sent, and thought to himself that Lady Baihua really had some guts. If they dare to invite you, you dare to come, right?
At this moment, an elderly man with white hair and a white beard, wearing a crane robe, rode on a spiritually intelligent white deer, leading a large group of people flying in from afar.
Chu Xuan had never seen this person before, but Qingqing had long complained to him about how hypocritical this guy was—it must be none other than Shou Xuzi.
Indeed, as soon as this person arrived, guests enthusiastically came forward to chat with him. Shou Xuzi stroked his beard and responded with a smile, not neglecting anyone who spoke to him, already projecting some of the demeanor of a sect leader.
The disciples he brought quickly formed ranks on the square, but were distinctly separate from the existing disciples. When both sides locked eyes, there was a faint sense of hostility.
