Meanwhile, after Chen Pu, Tang Bao’er, and Mu Kui entered the Welcome Hall, it wasn’t long before the servants of the Xuanyuan Clan led them to the inner hall.

Compared to the bustling situation outside, the inner hall seemed much quieter, and only two people were seated within the entire hall.

The person in the seat of the host was a middle aged man with a dignified expression, a gaze that was like a bolt of lightning, and emanated an unyielding aura. He was a senior of the Xuanyuan Clan, Xuanyuan Pojun, and the star of the celebration today.

A handsome white clothed man was seated by his side. The man had a handsome appearance, a bearing that was deep like an abyss, and his appearance was quite similar to Qing Xiuyi. As he sat there in a casual manner, his aura seemed indistinct, tranquil, and clear. Surprisingly, it was Chen Xi’s son, Chen An!

“Second Brother, it really is you.” Chen Pu couldn’t help but smile when he saw Chen An. He hadn’t...