As soon as Wen Muling and the group of ladies appeared on the stairs leading to the high platform, the once-silent crowd immediately erupted into chatter.
"It's Miss Wen from the Vermilion Pavilion!"
"They actually showed up too!"
"It looks like they've also been invited by the Destined Ghost Monarch!"
The crowd murmured in animated discussion.
Song Jingyue widened her eyes as she gazed upon the scene. Though she was also a woman, the sight of Wen Muling, dressed in a splendid gown and appearing as ethereal as a celestial maiden, took her breath away and left her awestruck.
However, her master, Wen Lingcui, let out a faint sigh at that moment. "She's also from the Human Clan... what a pity!"
"Master, what do you mean by 'what a pity'?" Song Jingyue asked, confused.
Wen Lingcui shook her head and did not elaborate further.
Meanwhile, Wen Muling led the group of ladies up to the high platform and gracefully bowed deeply before the Destined Ghost Monarch.
