The silver moon hung high in the sky.
The tightly shut Vermilion Bird Gate quietly opened a crack, and two figures emerged from within.
Wrapped in black cloaks, they looked left and right before quickly heading forward, assured that no one was around.
A moment later.
They arrived at a dense forest ten miles away from the imperial capital.
Rustling noises!
Amidst the chaotic sounds, several figures gathered together.
The ones who had come from the city were none other than Xiao Yi and Yang Ling, and those meeting them here were a man and a woman.
The man was handsome and extraordinary, wearing his pride plainly on his face.
The woman's face was covered with a white veil, and an icy aura was unconsciously released from her, resembling a snow goddess.
"Your Highness!"
The two greeted Yang Ling with a bow.
"Shen, Miss Bai, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"
