The lights flickered, and an extravagant banquet was being held inside an incredibly luxurious mansion.

However, the people attending the banquet were dressed very strangely, with only a few wearing formal attire.

A stunning young woman with long pink hair, dressed in a gorgeous black dress, sat elegantly on a luxurious sofa, holding a glass of juice in her hand, which emitted an enticing aroma.

Her long, pink hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, gently brushing against her fair skin, as smooth as silk. Tiny beaded flowers adorned her hair, shimmering with a captivating light as she moved, adding to the splendor of her beauty.

She wore a stunning black gown, its cut perfectly accentuating her graceful figure and showcasing her unparalleled elegance. The gown was adorned with exquisite sequins and lace, shimmering dazzlingly. Her shoulders were sleek and beautiful, highlighting her nobility and confidence. The deep V-neckline subtly revealed her alluring collarbones, exuding a sexy and captivating charm.

She picked up the juice glass, took a small sip, and the sweet juice instantly filled her mouth. Her taste buds were awakened, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips. She slowly put down the glass, gently rested her chin on her hand, and gazed ahead, her eyes revealing a noble and elegant beauty, like a lotus blooming in the distance.

The beautiful young woman beckoned, and soon a silver-haired girl came to her side.

"My disciple, when are those interesting geniuses you mentioned arriving? It's about to start."

Chenxi glanced at her master, who was dressed in formal attire, and her eyes were filled with helplessness... She had seen how slovenly her master was in daily life, and it was only at banquets of this level that she would tidy herself up after a long time. In her daily life, she was so lazy that she wished Chenxi would feed her.

Before Chenxi could say anything, a blindfolded swordsman walked over solemnly, sword in hand. His body exuded an aura of majesty, as if the surrounding air itself had frozen for him. He was tall and imposing, with a cold demeanor, and the longsword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light, sending shivers down one's spine.

His blindfold covered his eyes, but it did not obscure his hearing or intuition. His ears twitched slightly, as if catching every sound around him. He stood upright, feet shoulder-width apart, hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

He wore a long black robe that rose and fell slightly with his breath. His hair was neatly combed and adorned with a silver hairpin, highlighting his noble status. His face was sharply defined, like a sculpted work of art, exuding a sense of fortitude and decisiveness.

This swordsman's presence exudes an invisible pressure, as if he possesses boundless power. His seriousness and focus deter people from approaching him easily, as if getting close would result in being harmed by his sword aura. A person who pursues the ultimate in swordsmanship.

His black hair was interspersed with quite a few white strands...

"This year's banquet isn't open to just anyone, Cheng Yao, don't overstep your bounds."

Cheng Yao, the beautiful young woman with long pink hair, is Chenxi's master...

When Cheng Yao found Chenxi, she hoped that she would be like herself in the future, but she also did not want her to follow the path of weakness that she had taken. Therefore, she named her Chenxi instead of Cheng.

Hearing this, Cheng Yao seemed to get angry and glared at the swordsman.

"You're all so arrogant, and the younger generation is practically flying high. If you don't come, my disciple is obedient. What's wrong with her finding a few more playmates? If my disciple doesn't find any playmates, are you going to tease her at the banquet?!"

Cheng Yao became more and more enthusiastic as she spoke, but the swordsman remained unmoved and simply ignored her.

Chenxi, standing to the side, symbolically tugged at Cheng Yao's sleeve.

"Master, don't go crazy. They're here. I'll go get them."

"Go ahead, I'm not feeling well if I don't go crazy."

Chenxi rolled her eyes and left.

Cheng Yao then continued to point and gesticulate at the swordsman, but the swordsman remained unmoved.

This commotion quickly attracted her attention, especially since she had a head of beautiful green hair.

She had long, flowing emerald-green hair and wore a magnificent robe typical of elves, shimmering with a crystalline light that complemented her emerald hair, exuding an ethereal aura. Her figure was tall and slender, with perfectly proportioned proportions, showcasing unparalleled beauty and elegance. Every movement she made was filled with confidence and authority, as if she were the ruler of this forest.

She stood there quietly, watching Cheng Yao point and gesture at the swordsman.

Linglong, the high priestess of the Xin'an tribe of the elves. Perhaps it was because of her presence that everyone else present felt somewhat strange.

Despite it being a memorial to the human king, an elf came over, and, despite the gathering of the human race's elite, she watched the show with an air of arrogance.

Linglong came here just to confirm one thing, even though it had already been confirmed in her mind by someone else, she still wanted to confirm it with her own eyes.

Along the way, she also discovered that the statues of the human kings that usually possessed the power of human kings in those cities were, in her perception, like ordinary stone statues, and the power that made her feel chilled had disappeared.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is going to happen tonight.

Many people greeted her during this time, but they all had lewd intentions and leering eyes.

Looking at it this way, there really aren't many good people among the human race.

There are not many people here, nor are there few; there are more than ten top-ranking individuals.

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