The woman leading this party wore a white dress while playing the lute, and she looked like an ethereal fairy filled with boundless charm when she turned around.

When Lin Yun looked closer at her appearance, he was so shocked that his hand holding the jar of wine froze in mid-air. This was because this woman was his Senior Sister Xinyan, Ye Xinyan.

So he naturally became dumbfounded as though he was struck by lightning. After all, he never expected that he would run into her here. Although her temperament had changed, Lin Yun could easily recognize her with a glance. She was the same Senior Sister Xinyan who cared for him at the Firmament Sword Pavilion. He still remembered how he drew his sword under that blizzarding night, and he wouldn’t forget Ye Xinyan even if he died.

When his expression fell into the eyes of the Indigo Thunder Peak’s disciples, it shocked them as they wore lecherous expressions. This was the senior brother that they knew of.

“Senior Brother, that’s the direct disciple of the Serene Dust...