The translucent curtain of spiritual silk shielding the upper balcony rippled once before silently withdrawing into the white-marble pillars. As the last traces of spiritual light faded, the private gallery overlooking the banquet hall was laid bare before the countless cultivators gathered below.
Ye Jun stepped forward first.
Leaving the shadows of the upper corridor behind, he emerged into the brilliant glow cast by thousands of spirit lanterns suspended beneath the vast invisible dome.
His tall, broad frame carried the deep-indigo ceremonial robes of the Northern Hegemony with effortless authority. Frost-glyphs embroidered in silver thread stretched across his shoulders and sleeves, glimmering softly beneath the light while lending him the quiet dignity expected of the Song Clan's newest pillar.
Beside him, Song Liangxue matched his pace without the slightest hesitation.
