The capital, outside the city.
Imperial Sect Headquarter.
On a New Year's Eve, the majestic city is silent. Apart from the routine patrols, the lights in the continuous palaces are all off. It seems that everyone has gone home for the New Year.
A white-clad figure steps out into thin air.
Her long greenish-black hair half-bundled, like splashed ink, her face half obscured by a white veil. You can only see her surprised goose-like eyebrows, and a teardrop mole under her left eye.
The Grand Tutor.
She strides forward, her eyes shining with divine light, cutting through the illusions in front of her.
Layers upon layers of formations make up thousands of thick curtains, endless space mixed in confusion, reality and illusion are beyond recognition, one wrong step and you can fall into a killing formation, an illusion formation, or even being transported directly to the ends of the earth.
