"Her Highness is really something. These spirit beasts are so ferocious, but she was capable of whipping them into shape."
"That's true. Perhaps, Her Highness is the only one who is well regarded by the spirit beasts, just like the Ninth Emperor who created this realm."
"Although Her Highness doesn't admit it, she must be related to the Ninth Emperor. She is just humble."
***
Under the setting sun, the crowd was abuzz with chatter.
Out in the street, Fu Qingjiu was wearing a snowy white robe, her face was enchantingly gorgeous and resembled the radiant peach blossom.
As if she did not hear the flattering chatter, Fu Qingjiu got up the green horse and galloped after the spirit beasts.
The bronze forged palace gate was so majestic and sacred in the dazzling light.
A group of guards was standing still like mountains, guarding the palace gate, quiet and solemn as usual.
But soon, the guards noticed that something was wrong...
