Gu qianhen turned around in shock. A wedding sedan was reflected in his eyes.
The sedan carriers were four beautiful women in white who were crossing the void. Their cultivation was at least at the middle moon. Wherever the sedan passed, fresh flowers would fall, like fairies scattering flowers.
On the chest of each of the beauties in white, there was a unique and bright lotus flower embroidered.
That was the symbol of the misty Pavilion.
"Palace Lord long Yuan's success is worthy of celebration." The voice of Pavilion master misty wave was soft and lazy.
Behind the thin curtain of the palanquin, an enchanting and graceful figure could be vaguely seen. She was reclining in the palanquin, looking extremely charming.
A gust of wind blew over and helped King zhongyun and Palace master long Yuan up.
I've only crossed the threshold. I hope Pavilion master misty wave can give me some guidance in the future. Palace Lord long Yuan said humbly.
