Sounds of light footstep echoed out. Standing amongst the crowd, Wu Qi peered towards the entrance curiously.
A faint fragrance wafted into the hall with the breeze. Suddenly, it was as if a clump of cloud suddenly emerged at the entrance, as a young man came walking slowly into the hall. He stood about seven feet tall, and was clad in a loose lotus-white outfit which fashioned between long robe and palace dress, yet was very hard to tell the difference between them, while a large mantle draped over his shoulder.
