On the Verge
Editor: Henyee Translations
"Oh?" Everyone instinctively turned their heads in the direction of Holy Son Mi Yan.
His Excellency Holy Son had maintained his composure all along, as if he were anticipating someone's arrival.
Could it be that apart from this Holy Son, the Divine Palace had dispatched even more formidable experts?
As these thoughts coursed through the minds of those present, they faintly caught the strains of an elegant tune wafting into their ears from the distance.
Raising their gaze, they witnessed flowers cascading from the heavens. Enveloping a white-clad maiden, four to five young women adorned in ethereal and gossamer garments circled around her. Descending gracefully from the sky, they resembled fairies alighting in the mortal realm.
Qiao Mu spied them and couldn't help but roll her eyes discreetly.