Just when everyone's eyes focused on Ye Qingtang, a hearty laugh broke out suddenly.
I saw a tall old man with a handsome face coming slowly. The old man has gray hair, a slightly long white beard, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows and eyes are full of traces of time, but his eyes are bigger than his eyes. A man in his prime is even more radiant.
"Holy Lord Shadow, long time no see." The old man walked towards Ye Qingtang with a smile. This old man was the Supreme Elder of the Luo family, Luo Qufeng.
Luo Qufeng had participated in the battle with the second domain powerhouse, and he naturally knew the Shadow Lord who led the crowd at that time.
Ye Qingtang looked at Luo Qufeng, who had sent his clansmen to hunt her down for a long time in her previous life, who was coming towards her, but there was nothing unusual on her face. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised with a smile, and then Feng Qingyun said calmly:
"Long time no see, Luo Qufeng."
Luo Qufeng said with a smile: "I haven't seen the Holy Master since the battle thousands of years ago. It's really a happy event to see you again today."
Ye Qingtang smiled faintly, but she didn't respond to the slightest word.
At the time of the Shadow Temple's heyday, even though the Luo family and other forces had a great reputation on the Central Continent, they still could not compare with the Shadow Temple.
"Come on, please take a seat, Lord Shadow." After finishing speaking, Luo Qufeng made a gesture of invitation to Ye Qingtang.
The banquet has not officially started yet, except for the giants who are too tall, there are no guests seated.
Ye Qingtang sat down naturally, there was nothing unusual on her face, but there was a faint smile on her face, her eyes were indifferent, as if she was supercilious.
The undead who followed Ye Qingtang also sat around Ye Qingtang accordingly.
Luo Qufeng exchanged a few words with Ye Qingtang again. Ye Qingtang sometimes responded with a few words, and sometimes smiled without saying a word, but she was full of aura, and all these fell into the eyes of the undead people in the Shadow Temple.
Just now, the birthday banquet was about to begin, but many people were shocked by the arrival of the Shadow Lord. Now that Ye Qingtang and the undead had already taken their seats, Luo Qufeng also smiled and let the rest of the guests take their seats.
"Hi, why is it a bit hot?" After Miqiu and Lan Yu sat down, they only felt that the surrounding temperature was slightly higher. It turned its head and glanced, but saw a red figure sitting not far from it.
It was a man from the Yan clan.
The Yan Clan is a race of the Fire Clan. They have no flesh and blood, no bones, and their entire body is made up of flint and lava. Clusters of flames are burning all year round. They are immune to any flame attack. Has extremely high defense.
The racial characteristics of the Yan Clan make it so that as long as they appear, they will increase the temperature around them, and the billowing fire will not be extinguished until the moment of their death.
"Can you stay away from me?" A cold voice suddenly sounded in the ear of the Yan clan man.
I saw that next to the man from the Yan tribe, there was a crystal clear youth from the Ice tribe who looked like an ice sculpture. On that delicate face made of frost, at this moment, drops of elite water were constantly dripping. Beads, making the Ice Race youth seem to be fished out of the water.
The man of the Yan tribe looked at the youth of the Ice tribe suspiciously and asked, "Why?"
The Ice Clan youth impatiently licked his ice sculpture-like lips, "You are too hot."
"But... it's cool to be near you..." the Yan clan man looked innocent, and quietly moved the chair as he spoke.
"..." The face of the Ice Clan youth turned dark instantly.