Xuánmíng Heaven, Jiuyào Palace.
Hai Yuqiong, adorned in golden crown and silver robes, gazed down at the enormous nine-cornered palace below.
Her peach blossom-like bright eyes flickered as she carefully scanned the entire palace through secret arts.
Shén Xuánjìng stood quietly a little behind Hai Yuqiong.
Although she was of the royal Tianren clan, she dared not act recklessly in front of a sixth-tier Pure Yang cultivator.
Even in positioning, she had to show respect to a sixth-tier Pure Yang.
Dressed in a purple robe embroidered intricately in gold and silver, faintly resembling the sun and moon, Shén Xuánjìng’s attire was less flashy than Hai Yuqiong's Xiumi robe but carried a deeper solemnity and majesty, giving off a vastly different aura.
At this moment, Shén Xuánjìng’s innate Taiji gangqi silently circulated, covering a radius of several hundred zhang.
She deeply understood how sly and unpredictable Gao Xian was — a man notorious for his cunning and cruelty.
Even with Hai Yuqiong right beside her, Shén Xuánjìng remained extremely cautious.
Gao Xian was now a sixth-tier Pure Yang; should he strike with a sword, death would be inevitable.