Soon, the gigantic golden carriage stopped above Lin Xuan and the others.
At the forefront, two short Venerables slowly opened the carriage curtain and then knelt in the void.
The next moment, a figure emerged from the carriage.
It was a young man, dressed in a dark robe, his face pale as if he were sickly.
His eyes were somewhat shadowy, emitting an evil glow.
Beside him were two young women, held in his embrace.
The two women were very alluring and dressed provocatively, especially their eyes, which seemed like hooks capable of stealing one's soul.
This sickly, charming young man stood in the void, holding the two beauties, and then gazed downward.
Finally, he locked his gaze on Lin Xuan and the others.
With a flicker, he descended to the ground with the two young women.
Meanwhile, in the sky, four short Venerables remained, while four others followed him down.
Upon touching the ground, the sinister young man's gaze fixated on Murong Qingcheng.
