An envoy from the Dark Palace took the lead.
Then Sun Yutong and Mei, who walked in, seemed extremely deserted and quiet beside them.
On the other side, when Yan Zhenfei walked in, Yan Xiaoyi's relaxed mood suddenly froze.
His eyes quickly looked at Yan Zhenfei.
The fundus of the eyes seemed to be filled with a violent storm.
Qiao Jin put his hand on Yan Xiaoyi's shoulder.
The generous and warm palms, little by little, calmed the restlessness in Yan Xiaoyi's heart.
Ye Qingluo lazily lay in Di Moxuan's arms, changed into a more comfortable posture, squinted her charming eyes, and looked at the veiled woman.
The corner of the mouth, bit by bit, outlined a cold arc.
It seems that the self-inflicted humiliation is about to form a team again.
As Ye Qingluo guessed.
Yan Zhenfei, greeted by two elders, came to the first row of guest seats in the square.
The Miao people divided the seats into left and right sides.
There are two rows of seats on the left and right, and each row can seat about twenty people.
Ye Qingluo and the others sat in the first row on the right.
Elder general Yan Zhenfei and Mei went to the first row on the left to welcome them.
However, when Yan Zhenfei was turning to the left, she suddenly stopped.
"Master Messenger, what's the matter?" Second Elder Miao also stopped in his tracks and asked obsequiously.
Yan Zhenfei glanced at the seat on the right, in the direction of a row of more than a dozen people.
His eyes paused on Yan Xiaoyi's body for a few breaths, then passed her and stopped on Ye Qingluo.
Yan Zhenfei's eyes narrowed, reflecting a icy light.
Elder Miao Er is a fine person. Immediately following Yan Zhenfei's line of sight, he understood something, and explained with a smile: "Master Messenger must have heard the rumors about Miss Ye. Don't tell her Take it to heart, she can sit there only because she has a good relationship with Master Onimu."
Yan Zhenfei's eyes became colder and colder.
Seeing this, Sun Yutong next to him showed a cold arc of contempt, and glanced at the seat on the right contemptuously: "I said Elder Miao Er, the rules of your Miao people are really ridiculous."
Mei also spoke on the sidelines, with a hint of hostility on her charming face: "Any cat or dog can rely on their connections to sit in the first row of seats, and now they have arranged our elder sister Yan next to them. Elder Miao Er thinks that... Elder Sister Yan and those trash are equal in status?"
When the last four words came out.
Invisibly, Mei released her coercion.
Elder Miao Er was forced to break into a cold sweat.
Elder Miao Si wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with some hesitation: "Master Messenger has a noble status, and it is an honor for the Miao people to have the honor of participating in the most important selection ceremony of the saintess of the Miao people. Comparable."
Fourth Elder Miao praised him first, and then continued: "But... Master Guiwu... After all, he is the most respected master in the realm of Nirvana, and he is also the prophecy of Jinkou, who can determine the life of a mysterious person..."
"So, the Miao people think... we, Sister Yan, are not as good as that Ghost Martial Master? You value... the so-called Ghost Martial Master?" Mei directly interrupted Fourth Elder Miao's words with a cold voice.
Elder Miao Si turned pale immediately, and hurriedly cupped his hands to apologize: "No, no, no, I definitely didn't mean that, it's just... just..."
"Fourth!" Elder Miao Er stretched out his hand, stopped Elder Miao Fourth, and signaled him with his eyes not to speak again.