"Madam, you are truly (blank)," he said.
"But I like it. You go back first and wait. After I handle some important matters, I'll come over and deal with you." Tu Lingjun burst into laughter hearing this, threw his cloak behind him, and strode toward another majestic building.
Arriving at a brightly lit dome palace, Tu Lingjun sat on a black throne carved with fierce golden dragons and the flow of the River of Oblivion, sitting with one leg over the other and a foot nonchalantly placed on the throne, his left hand propping up his cheek.
"Alright, start," Tu Lingjun ordered, looking into the empty space. Suddenly, the bright hall shimmered as beams of light shot out from bizarre crystal nodes on the walls, interweaving into a phantom palace in an instant.
Sixteen powerful figures were already seated inside.
Tu Lingjun raised his eyebrows, and immediately a shadow of his consciousness was cast into the great hall.
