The imperial palace was vast, with solemn and imposing halls one after another. There were dozens of Divine Spirit Formations, interlinking with each other. Once activated, they would certainly startle heaven and earth and make ghosts and spirits weep.
Shi Hao had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth as he quietly waited. In the end, no one dared to intrude; the cultivators from the three sects were very cautious.
"Your Majesty, someone has approached the Eighth Prince and the Eleventh Princess," an Imperial Guard reported as he entered the Central Heavenly Palace. His voice echoed in the spacious and splendid hall.
Shi Hao's expression remained calm, and he said nothing.
"Retreat," Peng Jiu said.
This was a secret report, passed on by covert agents—only used when issues were severe.
