"Greetings, Saint King!"
His appearance immediately drew the attention of everyone present.
The crowd paid their respects from afar, not daring to show any disrespect.
"There is no need for formalities, please feel at ease, everyone."
The white-robed Saint King stood in mid-air, his voice not loud, yet it carried some power of the Dao, clearly reaching the ears of all present.
Ji Chen personally appeared to greet the Saint King into the sect and carefully hosted him.
As time passed, guests from various quarters arrived one after another, and by noon, the Lingyun Sect was nearly overflowing with people.
"Dong!"
Another grand and resounding sound echoed, originating from deep within the mountain gate.
At that moment, in a large square, most of the guests had already gathered there.
"Swish!"
In the distant sky, two figures approached swiftly, a man and a woman, both with youthful faces, clearly Ji Chen and Fang Qingyao.
