At that moment, Yang Mutong felt her mind reeling, her heart filled with an indescribable shock.
In her eyes, it was as if everything around her had lost its color.
'What kind of being could naturally emit such a radiance from their body?'
At that moment, only a single thought remained in her mind: to get a closer look and see if the source of that radiance was a man or an Immortal.
"Mutong? Mutong? What's wrong?"
A young woman with an oval face, Yang Mutong's best friend, noticed something was wrong. Seeing Mutong's frozen expression and dazed eyes, she couldn't help but touch her arm and whisper.
Yang Mutong didn't respond. All sound had vanished from her ears, leaving only that soul-shaking radiance.
Suddenly, she moved. She pushed through the crowd, gathered her evening gown in both hands, and ran toward the figure standing at the banquet hall entrance.
"Mutong?"
"Where are you going?"
"..."
