"Please, this way, My Lady." Clad in the distinctive robes of palace guards, two figures watched as Yao Lian arrived, gesturing to her and guiding her toward the hall room.
'Why are there so many women?' From a vantage point outside the hall room, several women—dozens of them—were seen lying down while casting furtive glances through the gaps and nearby windows, seemingly trying to catch sight of someone. Their quiet giggles and smiles were directed towards the hall room, leading Yao Lian to furrow her brow in uncertainty, questioning whether their gaze was fixed on the immortals who had arrived.
