The woman leading the group wore a light veil across her face, clad in a plain white long dress, her long hair gathered up with a phoenix hairpin. Her figure was graceful, resembling a fairy stepping out of a painting.
The shadows of more than ten beauties followed her, each with their own charm. From a distance, it looked as if they were competing in splendor.
Chen Yuan's gaze swept around the room and suddenly fixated on one particular figure—it was none other than Miss Shen Yanshu, whom he had not seen for nearly a hundred years.
When his gaze paused, Shen Yanshu's eyes brightened, as if seeing a long-lost lover, and she couldn't help but whisper softly, "Brother Chen."
Shen Yanshu's address immediately startled the female disciples around her, including the woman in white at the front.
"Junior Sister Shen, you..."
"Junior Sister Shen..."
