Until the carriage slowly stopped, the coachman's respectful voice came from outside the carriage.
"Student Murong, Master Murong and Miss Murong have arrived."
The three people who were originally chatting in the car looked at each other at the same time after hearing the shout.
Qu Yan didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a little nervous.
"Um."
At this moment, Murong Jingyu responded slowly.
There was clearly nothing obstructing his view, and as long as he opened his eyes he would be able to clearly see whether he had arrived, but he just had to put on airs.
He sat there steadily, as if waiting for someone to respectfully ask him to get off the car.
I have to admit that when it comes to pretending, Murong Jingyu is the best.
Qu Yan and Qu Shang looked at each other, and they understood each other. Although they thought so in their hearts, they did not show it on their faces.
After all, this is completely inconsistent with the character settings they are showing now!
Thinking in this way, Murong Jingyu only felt that the feeling brought to him by the two people in front of him at this moment could truly be said to be the pinnacle of acting skills, superb!
Qu Yan's face was as pale as paper, and her body was so weak that it seemed like she would fall down if the wind blew.
Relying on Qu Shang's support, he slowly and unsteadily walked down from the carriage.
Look at her appearance, where is the heroic demeanor that a cultivator should have?
Instead, she looks just like a weak and frail young lady from the mortal world.
However, it must be said that this is indeed the true condition of her extremely weak body, which seems to be about to completely collapse and dissipate if she is not careful.
Looking at Qu Shang who was supporting her, his calm and composed temperament that had experienced many things in life had unconsciously diminished a lot under his deliberate concealment.
At this moment, he looks more and more like a young man in his twenties who is just starting out.
As for Qu Yan, the same was true. Her beautiful eyes held a hint of timidity, yet at the same time, they were filled with the pure curiosity that only a young girl could possess.
With such an expression, no one would have any doubt that she lied about her age.
"Mr. Murong Jingyu has arrived!"
As the shout rang out, when Murong Jingyu and others stepped onto the first step in front of the magnificent palace, like a relay, people standing on both sides of the steps passed the sentence upwards one by one.
This situation is almost no different from the feudal dynasties that Qu Yan and others are familiar with.
However, there is also one most significant difference: becoming a guard in front of this palace is not an easy task, and there are many strict threshold restrictions.
Here, identity background, personal cultivation and age are all indispensable considerations.
Only those who possess all three qualities are qualified to take on this important task. At this moment, Qu Yan couldn't help but think of the requirements her own sect had previously implemented for recruiting disciples...
Just as she was thinking this, Qu Yan suddenly stopped looking around curiously.
Because at this moment, she clearly felt that countless powerful spiritual senses were sweeping through her like a tide.
The feeling of being scrutinized by countless pairs of eyes made her shudder.
This is really...too scary!!!
In just such a vast empire, there are so many powerful and strong people hidden.
No wonder even someone like Murong Jingyu, who was considered extremely powerful in the eyes of everyone, still had to go through many calculations before he could arrive here safely when he led them back this time.
Thinking of this, the three of them had already walked to the front of the hall.
Murong Jingyu maintained his arrogant and domineering attitude as always, as if the whole world revolved around him.
He completely ignored whether anyone was allowed to enter the hall at will, and even before the summons were issued, he strode towards the main hall with Qu Yan and another follower.
The guards at the door became panicked upon seeing this.
One of them hurriedly added a voice to report, but just as the voice was rang out, Qu Yan, Murong Jingyu and the other person had already stepped over the threshold without hesitation.
As you step into the hall, the first thing that catches your eye is the extremely vast space.
The hall was magnificent and richly decorated, and was bustling with activity.
Many guests sat together, clinking glasses, laughing and chatting, while enjoying the wonderful song and dance performance on the central stage.
Logically speaking, in such a noisy and cheerful atmosphere, people's attention is mostly focused on the stage, and such a small movement at the door should not be easily noticed.
However, things in the world are often unexpected, just because one person turned his head inadvertently and his eyes happened to fall on Murong Jingyu and others who had just entered the door.
The man was stunned at first, then a look of astonishment appeared on his face. He couldn't help but take a breath and let out a slight "hiss" sound of exclamation.
Although the sigh was subtle, it seemed particularly abrupt in the originally noisy environment.
People around immediately noticed something was wrong and looked in the direction the man was looking out of curiosity.
When these people's eyes fell on Murong Jingyu and his group, they couldn't help but be stunned.
In this way, one person after another was attracted, and more and more eyes were gathered in the direction of the door.
Not long after, the originally bustling banquet hall gradually became quiet.
People stopped talking and put down their glasses. Even the dancers on the stage seemed to feel the change in atmosphere. Their movements became a little stiff and they stood there at a loss.
For a moment, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence.
All that remained were the voices of those who hadn't looked over, their vision obscured by the singing and dancing, and the sounds of instruments and singers...
The person on the high seat was originally talking to others with a smile on his face.
But the moment he heard a noise at the door, his eyes darkened.
He had known that man was coming.
But pretend not to know and not care.
Now when the other party comes in, he is not willing to take the initiative to talk to him, just waiting for him to greet him.
As a result, before I could see this scene, I was attracted by the atmosphere in the banquet hall.
Emperor Qu Can, sitting on the high throne, frowned slightly, his eyes as sharp as torches, looking straight down.
Through the fleeting gaps between the movements of the group of graceful dancers with long sleeves, a snow-white figure came into his sight.
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