She wore a Crown, and the beaded curtain hanging from it swayed gently, making a soft, pleasant sound.
Looking closely, one could see she was a woman in her twenties.
Her face was as fair as jade, and her eyes held no pupils—only a stark, pale whiteness.
The white light illuminating the hall emanated from her eyes.
This was none other than the leader of the Southern Theater Command—Huang Lin.
However, she preferred her subordinates to call her Empress rather than Leader.
Huang Lin raised her hand slightly.
The envelope transformed into a streak of flowing light and landed in her palm.
After she finished reading its contents,
the paper instantly disintegrated, turning to ashes that scattered away.
Huang Lin, however, furrowed her delicate brows.
Her expression grew a little grave.
'So that's it. An Outer Heaven Demon...'
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