Two months later, at Huan River Water Continent.
Mrs. Chen, leading over a dozen maids, walked on a subtly glowing rainbow bridge, treading on clouds. She was directing the servants to hang lanterns and spread flowers, meticulously preparing for the night banquet a month from now.
This banquet was initially intended to entertain the three elders of the Pingdu Sect, but Mrs. Chen wanted to use the occasion to build momentum for her husband, Huo Xuan.
She raised her head to look, only to see, beneath the misty night, a Flying Pavilion surrounded by clouds, faintly visible in the sky a hundred zhang high. A bright moon seemed to cut at the eaves, hanging like an Ice Plate, presenting a scene of unparalleled beauty, as if a celestial realm.
