"With Qingyue and Nanzhi, when those two girls sit together, you can't focus on anything else."
Pei Wanyu softly spoke, "That's why I called you over, so you can see other things. After all, it's your first time seeing such a grand occasion, isn't it?"
With the scent of his Master's fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, Lu Jin'an responded with a "Hmm," then lowered his head to look at the dark purple outer garment covering his legs.
He hadn't noticed before, but now discovered that the back of the outer garment seemed to be embroidered with a bird using black thread.
Although only a part of a flapping black wing was visible, Lu Jin'an had already imagined a more majestic image of his Master.
Lu Jin'an glanced around at the guests present, withdrew his hands from under his Master's robe, and softly said, "The Demon Clan hasn't arrived yet."
Among the Yunding Hundred Clans, many had glorious pasts, but only the Demon Clan sustained their glory the longest.
