Pei Yuhang had just sat down before Prime Minister Liu when the Prime Minister asked, "Fellow Daoist Pei, do you happen to know the new National Preceptor recently appointed in our Great Zhao..."
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「In the Zhao Kingdom's Imperial Palace.」
Clad in a black Profound Robe, Ji Shenyun sat cross-legged, suspended in mid-air.
Her eyes were slightly closed, her long, raven-feather lashes casting faint shadows on her porcelain-white skin. With each even breath, streams of mystical white qi flowed around her like roaming dragons. At times, the qi would condense into the shape of a lotus flower; at others, it would scatter like a sky full of starlight.
Standing to the side like a servant, the Emperor of Zhao gazed up at the otherworldly scene. A flicker of obsession first flashed in his murky eyes before transforming into an overwhelming, intense envy.
