Zhao Wujiang and Yang Miaozhen arrived together, both dressed in black robes with flowing sleeves. One possessed an extraordinary, jade-like grace, while the other was matchless and breathtakingly beautiful, resembling a pair of immortals.
The Human Sect disciples, who had gathered early, felt their hearts tremble, and more than a few were overcome by a sense of their own inferiority.
Standing within the crowd, Saint Liu Jicang wore a cold expression. He resented the appearance of Zhao Wujiang; by rights, the person standing beside Yang Miaozhen should have been him.
Chapter 93