Chang'an, within Xingqing Palace.
Xiao Rongxue opened her eyes, her gaze sharp, her eyes filled with murderous intent, already brimming with a deadly aura.
She suspected her own sister had been harmed, perhaps even imprisoned and tortured severely, and her sister, unfortunately, could not reveal the truth, relying solely on her, the elder sister, for rescue.
Indeed, that was the case!
She believed in her conclusion without a doubt, her heart becoming increasingly anxious.
She felt immense guilt and pity for her sister, full well knowing what her sister had endured to become the Empress Dowager, and the tortures she faced within the depths of the palace.
Therefore, she must rescue her sister from dire peril; this was unquestionable.
With this in mind, Xiao Rongxue took a deep breath, trying to immerse herself in absolute perhaps sensing his presence
calmness, as the black longsword behind her buzzed, emanating waves of Sword Qi.
