Although this young girl holds a quite high status, she is ultimately a child of the elf ghosts and monsters. Wang Xuan is curious about her identity. In his eyes, she is clearly just a little girl without any cultivation level, but he didn't say much at this moment.
He the Sixth respects Yue Yi, and there is an inexplicable regret in his heart, as if he sees another figure in her.
The hall was crowded, with representatives from various branches present, all standing aside. No one had any words about the girl's antics, let alone reprimand or complain about wasting their time.
In the main hall of the ceremony, a handsome middle-aged man slowly walked out, appearing like an ordinary person, with no fluctuations of cultivation and a plain aura.
"Yiyi, don't delay Xiaohu's important business."
He waved his hand, and the young girl happily ran back, being picked up by the middle-aged man and placed on his shoulder.
