"Pavilion Master Qingxin, the female cultivators of your sect are indeed as wise and beautiful as rumors suggest.
However, I wonder if they'd be interested in these untalented disciples I brought along?"
"Brother Yu, you're too humble. Those you brought are truly remarkable talents from Central Continent, with extraordinary gifts. If anything, it is us who should strive to keep up."
At this moment, the female cultivator in the white dress at the upper right was passionately conversing with a young male cultivator in a blue and purple daoist robe below.
The young male cultivator appeared to be in his thirties, with thick eyebrows, a broad face, and dignified features, his stature tall and imposing, clearly someone in a high position.
Behind him stood a group of young, handsome male cultivators.
They frequently cast passionate glances toward the female cultivators seated above, often exchanging meaningful looks, seemingly engaging in secret communication via divine sense.
