Of course, it wasn't because she had arrived, but because there were two people standing inside the hall.
One male, one female.
The man was clad in a white robe, adorned with a green jade feather crown, and a long sword at his waist, clear and transparent like snow in a blizzard, with no further adornment, the epitome of simplicity, yet strikingly conspicuous.
The woman was dressed in an elegant and noble palace attire, her hair styled like a fairy from the Lingyue Palace, and by her side, a wondrous spirit mirror surrounded by a floating shuttle, her profound energy overwhelming, as if she were a person from the Flying Fairy realm.
One cold, the other dignified.
These two seemed to have divided the splendor of the entire hall between them, eclipsing its luxury.
Zhan Lan, accompanied by Qin Yu, stood outside the hall to give their greetings.
Liuxing Peak's Peak Master Yue Zhijing turned her head to look, her brows gentle, "Come in."
Only then did Zhan Lan lead Qin Yu inside.