Above Jiang Xiulian's courtyard.
A woman of tranquil demeanor stood suspended in the air.
She was clad in a white and green dress, her feet in pink square-toed boots.
Her dark hair was tied up with an amber-colored rhinoceros horn hairpin, a pouch of orchid fragrance hanging at her waist, holding a bronze mirror engraved with the motif of orchids in a secluded valley in her hand.
Her beautiful face was marked with anger, her bright eyes full of icy intent.
The visitor was none other than Lan Junyan, the leading figure among the masters of Qingmu Academy.
Qingmu City had a no-fly array, but as the city lord was designated by the Academy, and the formation was set up by them as well.
Thus, Lan Junyan, who held the formation token, was not subject to the restriction.
"Song Xili, I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll take action," she said.
As she spoke, Mr. Lan pointed the bronze mirror towards the room below, where everyone was gathered.
