Above the clear blue sky, there stood the White Cloud Immortal Palace.
A strong, muscular middle-aged man clad in thick armor rode atop a fierce beast that looked like a tiger but also resembled a mighty lion.
Around its neck was a dazzling, golden mane, thick and splendid.
He gripped the reins tightly, his gaze steady and unwavering.
The lion-tiger beast’s stout limbs moved steadily forward, its broad paws landing quietly on the corridor paved with celestial jade.
Within the Immortal Palace, one need not rein in their mount—this was a privilege enjoyed only by fifth-grade Immortal Generals.
“I heard Senior Brother Qingluan sent you down to the mortal realm to watch the ceremony for him. Why haven’t you set off yet?” a calm voice asked.
Following behind the lion-tiger beast walked a graceful woman.
Upon hearing the question, she slightly lifted her head and spoke softly, “Ziling was too hasty and forgot the proper protocol. Thankfully, Lord Bimawen reminded me, which caused the delay.”
“…”
The man fell silent for a moment before finally turning back for a glance, though he said nothing more.
To have reached the rank of fifth-grade Immortal General in the Celestial Court, he had seen many women like her.