It had been more than a month since Xu yinluo's murder of the Emperor. Other than the city walls, which were still being repaired, there were no signs of battle anywhere else.
Progenitor, who had a pair of glass-like eyes, looked in the direction of the Directorate of Celestials.
Without receiving any warning, she controlled her flying sword, cut through the sky, and landed on the eight trigrams stage.
On the eight trigrams stage, a white-robed woman and a yellow-robed woman were sitting by the table.
The Girl in the Yellow Dress gnawed on the nuts, occasionally taking a sip of the fruit wine and letting out a sigh of relief.
The white-robed man was sitting quietly to the side.
"Greetings, supervisor."
Origin Lord Bingyi bowed.
The Girl in the Yellow Dress was shocked. She seemed to have just noticed the uninvited guest and hurriedly turned her head to look.
"What are you doing in the capital?" asked the old man.
