Around the flying palanquin were sixty-four male and female cultivators escorting and paving the way.
Inside the palanquin, there was a graceful and beautiful female cultivator with her long dress slightly slipped, leaning elegantly against the wall, her body seeming boneless, moving like water.
The arrival of the clan leader of the Formless Ancient Race indeed needed a grand spectacle.
This spectacle was no less grand than that of a mortal emperor.
If he were secretly treasure hunting, no one would know, naturally, there wouldn't be such a display.
But Tang Xiaoxuan came with great fanfare.
When the cultivators arranged below came to pay respects to Song Yan, they only asked one question, "There is a female cultivator who admires the Upper Envoy, may she attend him in the palanquin?" Essentially, they were asking if he needed a woman.
Song Yan simply replied, "Okay."
