"Goddess Sylvia... she actually came!"
Even Solara, usually composed, showed a hint of surprise. A faint red glow flickered between her brows.
"Protect the Matriarch!"
The Phoenix Clan's secret realm hadn't seen outsiders in ages, let alone two Holy Emperor-level powerhouses.
The Pale Phoenixes immediately grew alert, rushing to gather around Solara, forming a protective barrier of white feathers.
"No need to worry," Solara quickly shook her head.
The Pale Phoenixes hesitated, still uneasy. "Matriarch, are you sure they're only here for the Celestial Feathered Gown?"
"I'm certain. But whether they can actually take the Celestial Feathered Gown... well, that depends on them."
Solara's gaze shifted to the two figures emerging from the space before her.
She had encountered human Holy Emperors before, but never had she felt such overwhelming power. It was a first for her.
