Those who could sit on the third floor were all powerful Cultivators, or nobles trailed by a large entourage.
"Look over there!"
Ling Xiao suddenly lowered his voice and pointed at a group in the center of the third floor who were taking their seats.
"That's... people from the Mystic Sky Sect!"
Gu Sheng's pupils shrank slightly. At the center of the third floor, a group of Cultivators in white Daoist robes trimmed with gold were slowly taking their seats, headed by a middle-aged man with a stern face and a Longsword hanging at his waist.
Wherever they passed, the surrounding Cultivators all lowered their heads and saluted.
Luoyun City, outside the Sky Cloud Pavilion.
Young Master Qin kicked away a beggar blocking his path, his silk long robe flashing a blinding golden sheen in the sunlight.
