Still in the luxurious yet quaint reception room.
Venerable Qin bowed respectfully before the shrine, lighting incense, while under the peony-shaped glass chandelier, Venerable Gu was brewing tea.
The glaze-colored porcelain bowl was steaming, and tea leaves floated on the amber-colored tea water.
Lady Mo of the Lingxian Sect had yet again arrived in Yin Country, but this time, she was not as composed as before.
"That bitch Zhao Ling seems to have found some clues; our Heaven Palace is about to be discovered by her," Lady Mo stood by the window, her voice low, and her feigned calmness could not hide the anxiety in her heart.
She knew what Zhao Ling would do—once she located the exact position of Heaven Palace, at the very least, she would launch a saturation nuclear bombardment; at worst, she would send Wei Tianyang up there directly.
No matter the outcome, the Lingxian Sect could not bear it.
