In the Imperial Study, the Empress of the Western Palace, Madam Bai, and Ji were standing beside the Imperial Desk, looking down at a stack of special invitations made from various materials.
After three millennia of cultivation, the temperament of the two women had undergone significant changes.
One had an even more noble aura around her, as if she were a mother of the world. Her phoenix-like eyes exuded an intense sense of majesty. This majesty wasn't merely that of a ruler's dignity, but seemed to emanate from deep within her bloodline.
The other also carried a noble aura, but her presence was unpredictable, shrouded as if she were always hidden in veils of mist. Yet, her gaze would invoke a terrifying feeling of drawing out one's thoughts upon eye contact.
Zhang Jian's gaze fell on the two women, a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Three thousand years of arduous cultivation, and the two women had made substantial progress over the years.
