The two ten-thousand-year birthday of Zheng Dongliu, the Sect Master of Wandao Sect, lasted only for an hour, and then seamlessly transitioned into the investiture ceremony of the Saint Heir.
This procedure was obviously well-prepared in advance, so Lu Jin'an only needed to follow Junior Master Ji's instructions.
Not far away under the shade of a tree, Pei Wanyu was holding half a pomelo, looking gently at her busy good disciple.
Glancing at Xiao Yinruo who came to stand beside her, she chuckled lightly: "It's a pity that not many from the Demon Clan came, and those who did ran away quickly."
"If there were more than three Demon Saints and several Demon Emperors, Sect Master Zheng would have dared to keep them all at Wandao Sect."
Xiao Yinruo crossed her arms and subconsciously looked at the chest behind the pomelo her friend was holding.
It's a shame that this deep purple dress of her friend covered her seductive charms completely, leaving not a trace of allure visible.
