Soon, everyone arrived outside a row of small buildings.
Each building was forged from a special silvery-white material, with the edges hidden among ancient, peculiar trees draped in silver and ice sculptures, creating a wondrous scene.
"These ones are all empty. Everyone can pick any one they like—just hang up your name plate."
"Thanks for the trouble, Mr. Li and Miss Zhao."
"By the way, have the folks from Hongtian Guiyuan Sect arrived?"
"They've arrived."
"They're all at the martial arts arena."
"Miss Liou is there too?"
Miss Liou, of course, was Liou Xueyan.
Mentioning Liou Xueyan, Li Qingtian appeared rather proud as he said, "Mr. Li didn't go. She's in seclusion, preparing for the grand event in three days."
"Oh?"
Ji Hong's gaze flickered as he casually asked, "What sort of grand event might that be?"
Li Qingtian smiled mysteriously. "You'll all know when the time comes."
Everyone exchanged a glance—damn, tight-lipped, no way anything was coming out of him.
