"Halt!" A voice, filled with arrogance, shattered Mu Qingqiu's contemplation. She quickly looked up to see a junior apprentice brother soaring towards the pavilion.
Internally cursing herself for her hesitation, Mu Qingqiu had no choice but to follow. She didn't know what else to do but to go along.
"Who are you, and do you have an invitation?" The man, arriving outside the pavilion, said with an imperious tone, "Additionally, within a thousand miles of Heavenly Sword Pavilion, no one is permitted to fly. You all come down."
No sooner had these words left his mouth than the onlookers' eyes lit up with excitement. They could detect a strong undercurrent of hostility from his words.
A young woman dressed in light blue garments walked out from the pavilion. She had a delicate appearance, seemingly so fragile that a gust of wind could blow her away.
At the sight of this woman, one could not help but feel a sense of pity.