The woman who flew down from the clouds on a white crane was dressed in black. Her Daoist robe was simple and unadorned, and there were faint silver cloud patterns on her snow-white collar.
Her face was covered in clouds and mist, so it was hard to see her clearly. Only her cold and indifferent eyes left a deep impression on people, which made them feel cold and intimidating.
The surroundings were completely silent, and only the voices of the Jade Mirage disciples in unison were still echoing in the river wind.
Ling Hua first cupped her hands to return the salute to the many Jade Mirage Sect disciples. Only then did the latter put down her hand. The younger generation of Jade Mirage Sect disciples broke away from their solemn expressions and revealed excited faces. At the same time, the atmosphere also relaxed.
"Strange, strange, why would she come here to take a walk?"