The figure of Dharma Master Hong Jue transformed into a thread of starlight and disappeared at the palace gate, just as the soft sound of the vermillion palace door closing reverberated gently.
The solemn aura around Yuan Qing suddenly dissipated, and with a casual flick of his green robe, two strands of hair became untied from his previously meticulous hairstyle.
He took two steps forward as if in one, his voice brighter than before:
"Your Highness, Your Highness, you're finally here!"
"When the Palace Master came to make the arrangements, I guessed it immediately. Anyone who could make him open the Qingxiao Palace would surely be a key heir to cultivate!"
"You wouldn't know, but this palace has been desolate for 180,000 years, and I didn't even have anyone to talk to."
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Chen Sheng had just reached the jade desk when he was startled by this barrage of words. He truly didn't expect this Artifact Spirit, who seemed gentle and as warm as jade, to have such a personality.
