Fang Yang handled all the fellow disciples who came to show goodwill one by one. Even when politely declining their invitations, his words were airtight and left no room for offense.
For a time, laughter filled Panhuan Courtyard. Demon Sect disciples who usually ignored each other now acted like long-lost brothers, as close as could be.
At that moment, a female cultivator walked over with a swaying, graceful gait. She wore a yellow ruqun, with half of her shoulders intentionally or unintentionally exposed. As she walked, her waist swayed and her hips undulated seductively.
Chapter 50