In the majestic hall, the statues of the Yellow Emperor and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady stood tall, just like the palace where the trio of mentor and disciples resided, no longer the plain white it once was.
In front of the statues was placed a jade chair, upon which Tianxuan sat, dressed in a complex palace attire with white as the main color, and embroidered with water patterns, dignified and impressive.
Tianxuan favored the color white and jade objects because both best complemented her temperament. The simplicity of white and jade highlighted a noble air, like a moon palace goddess—flawless and perfect.
If Gongsun Qingyue had not known that Tianxuan had stolen her man, she might actually have believed this facade.
"Heh, why does the old witch feign the innocence of a maiden?"
Gongsun Qingyue sneered inwardly, mocking to herself.
"Greetings, Master."
