Let Them Come

At the Hundred Flowers Lake of the Heavenly Note Sect, a white figure approached and landed in front of the pavilion.

Her gaze was respectful as she lowered her head, not daring to look directly at the figure in the pavilion.

She respectfully lowered her gaze and dared not look directly at the figure in the pavilion.

The figure in the red and white dress at the table made her feel immense pressure.

Her every move carried an unfathomable aura.

Her power had been even more terrifying lately.

"Greetings, Sect Master," said Baizhi. "There's news from the West."

"Is it good news?" Hong Yuye put down the teacup and looked at Baizhi.

A mere glance was like a vast wave pressing down on her.

"Yes." Baizhi heaved a sigh of relief.

If it had been bad news, who knew what might have happened?

Fortunately, people overseas did not disappoint her.

"Speak," Hong Yuye said softly.