Shen Qingcheng stood quietly before the massive and magnificent main gate of Guanghan Palace, resembling a snow lotus blooming atop a frigid peak, cold, elegant, and noble.
Below her, the spacious plaza was densely packed with disciples of Guanghan Palace. These female disciples wore uniform, simple yet elegant attire, each with a fair and captivating countenance. They looked like a group of fairies descended from the heavens, a truly pleasing sight to behold.
Yet, the most eye-catching figures were the ten elders standing at the very front of the procession. Not only were they exceptional in appearance and graceful in temperament, but each also radiated a profound composure and majesty forged by the passage of time.
Chapter 388