Not only Lu Shaochen but also in a room suspended on the second floor, with a floor-to-ceiling window, several people gathered. A few women dressed in black robes and a few warriors clad in armor stood outside. These people waited with bated breath, all protecting the woman in a white robe at the very center of the room.
The woman was delicately beautiful. A tress of hair, smooth as satin, cascaded down like the Milky Way falling from Jiutian, eyebrows lofty like the crescent moon, and a pair of beautiful eyes gleaming with life.
