Mount Xianglu!
It had always been the most enchanting scene in Chang'an.
But today, the entire mountain was sealed off, and within the ten-mile gallery, the Empress of the Tang Dynasty was strolling along with the Demon Lord, as a group of civil and military officials stood guard outside.
Their faces were filled with distress, eyes hopeless, as if they had already seen the image of their Empress emerging from the deep mountain, pale and trembling.
Meanwhile, within the ten-mile gallery, the lingering mist was still rippling, exceptionally dense and emitting a peach-like fragrance, refreshing to the soul and unceasingly trembling one's moral heart as if it would never stop.
Xiao Rongxue's cheeks were flushed, her cultivation technique operating to its limit, her snowy white skin glowing with a faint blush like the most splendid sunset, breathtakingly beautiful.
