Situated in the West Imperial City on Canghuan Island, the magnificent West Imperial Palace looked like an ancient big city.
At this moment, there was a white-haired figure suspended in the air outside this ancient imperial palace. A look was drawn to him, an odd look.
Who is that?
How dare he! He was flying so close to the West Imperial Palace, standing in the air outside it!
The West Imperial City was under complete control of the West Imperial Palace. That man would end up in tragedy if the West Imperial Palace interpreted his intention in a wrong way.
The gate of the West Imperial Palace was one hundred Zhang tall. Situated there, it looked like Heaven's Gate.
A team of guards, all of whom were Renhuang with great strength, were at the gate. They also noticed Ye Futian's presence at this moment. They looked up and threw him a cold and overwhelming glance.
