Clang.
A palace maid, gently striking a jade bell outside the great hall, made a sound.
"Enter!"
"Announcing, Citong Port Overseer, Great Dao Teaching Daoist Zhang Ying requesting an audience."
One announcement after another relayed into the distance.
On the wide and lengthy main audience path.
Zhang Rongfang changed into a white Daoist robe, wearing a silver heart coronet, hastily crossed the five-hundred-meter-long main path under the guidance of palace maids and eunuchs, heading towards the gradually opening gates of Shangde Hall.
He looked ahead, his expression calm and natural, gazing at the Shangde Hall.
The entire Shangde Hall stood at least a hundred meters tall, like an open book placed among the palaces.
The palace was entirely white, with spotless white walls and no carvings.
Only at the very top, in the center, was there a giant golden vertical pupil overlooking everything.
