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Lady Xiao Luan and her three companions sat down, and sure enough, their seats were located closest to the entrance of the Vast Snow Hall. This was a good spot to enjoy the night scenery outside.

In fact, Lady Xiao Luan's personal maidservant, someone who was respectfully referred to as Small River Goddess by the mountain and water spirits in the jurisdiction of the White Swan River that stretched for over four hundred kilometers, wasn't even offered a seat by the Purple Sun Residence.

As such, she had no option but to stand behind Lady Xiao Luan with a frosty expression.

After drowning and becoming a water ghost, she had gradually been promoted by Lady Xiao Luan over a period of two hundred years. She was now responsible for patrolling the White Swan River, and she had the power to execute on the spot any Lower Five Tier cultivator or spirit who was causing trouble in the region. When had she ever suffered such humiliation? This visit to the Purple Sun Residence had completely shattered the mighty image that she had built up over the past two hundred years. At the very least, she wouldn't be able to rebuild her image in the Purple Sun Residence.

Fortunately, she had learned a lot by accompanying Lady Xiao Luan, and she understood what was important and what was not. There was no need for Lady Xiao Luan to remind her to pay attention to the occasion, and she was already standing there in a docile manner, trying her best to keep her expression natural. She didn't dare to show any sign of displeasure.

After Lady Xiao Luan and Sect Master Huang Chu finished discussing the proper matters just then, the river goddess still hadn't appeared at ease and relaxed. Moreover, she had also warned them that the situation might still change, so she kindly asked them to endure things for a little longer.

Lady Xiao Luan had been riddled with guilt when saying this, and her expression had been bitter and there had also been a hint of pleading in her voice. Her maidservant had felt extremely pained upon seeing this, so much so that she almost shed tears.

Right now, there was almost nothing to nitpick about Lady Xiao Luan's expression, clothing, and posture. However, there was a slight hint of cloudiness in her eyes.

Lady Xiao Luan was able to artfully scheme and maneuver among various forces while ruling over the White Swan River, and this had allowed her to grow the river from an initial three hundred kilometers in length to almost four hundred and fifty kilometers right now. She possessed even more power than the governors of mortal empires, and she also had a close relationship with many official immortals from the mountains of the Yellow Court Nation as well as superior martial arts grandmasters from the cultivation world such as Sun Dengxian. She had naturally achieved this through more than just brute strength alone.

She was the first person from the two groups to walk into the Vast Snow Hall, and the entire banquet hall was filled to the brim with immortals bar for two small areas. She and her companions had already been told that their seats were located near the entrance where they could enjoy the cool night air, so it went without saying whom the most esteemed seat located to the left of the host went to. Lady Xiao Luan understood this straight away.

Sure enough, Wu Yi who was sitting in the host spot in a lazy posture surprisingly smiled and stood up when she saw Chen Ping'an walking into the Vast Snow Hall. This was the founding ancestor of the Purple Sun Residence who was unwilling to even grant an audience to Lady Xiao Luan.