Zhiwei lowered her gaze, her vision fixed on the striking emblem atop the brocade box.
A bone-chilling killing intent began to grow in the girl's heart.
But now is not the time.
She has endured for so long, since True Inheritor Bai, she has been enduring... endure a bit longer, why not?
"Master is right."
Zhiwei extended her fair hands, clutching those brocade boxes to her chest, a pure smile playing on her lips,
"Since it's a gift from the Duqing Divine Son, as your disciple, I will naturally make full use of it, refining it well, and will not disappoint your... earnest efforts, Master."
...
A day later.
An extravagant Spiritual Ship hovered above Cold Scale Mansion.
"On the orders of the Divine Son, please Fellow Daoist Qingxuan proceed to Wuyang Palace."
A maid descended from the Spiritual Ship, speaking respectfully.
Finally, it's here!
