Qian Yinger did not overthink his words. Wei Tu had only just arrived; naturally, his trust in and feelings toward the "Purple Zenith Realm survivors" ran far deeper than they did toward a "stranger" like her.
On the contrary—Wei Tu's revealed attachment to the past made her feel even more certain that she had not misjudged him.
"Does Fellow Daoist Lin think this palace's earlier words were empty promises? Now that you and I are family, why speak of making allowances?"
Qian Yinger shook her head slightly and chided him.
Having said this, she pondered for a moment, pressed two fingers together, and sent a talisman message outward.
A few breaths later, a dazzling golden light suddenly rose from the depths of Dragon Rock Immortal City. Like lightning descending from beyond the heavens, it tore through the air with a sharp explosive crack and arrived before Wei Tu.
"This subordinate greets the Imperial Princess."
As the radiance faded, a middle-aged cultivator stepped out from within the golden light. He wore silver armor and a dragon-headed helmet, his aura immensely imposing. After glancing briefly at Wei Tu, he respectfully bowed to Qian Yinger.
"Hidden Dragon Guards?" Wei Tu raised an eyebrow inwardly, unable to understand why Qian Yinger had suddenly summoned this Feather Dragon Clan secret guard, renowned as a protector of the Feather Dragon Clan.
"Could it be..."
But he quickly realized that his current identity was no longer ordinary and vaguely arrived at a guess.
With Purple Chi Lord, that fellow-countryman Mahayana cultivator, present—
His current status was essentially equivalent to that of an ordinary prince or Imperial Princess within the Feather Dragon Clan.
Otherwise, Prince Yin would not have treated him with such courtesy.
Thus, it was unlikely that the Feather Dragon Clan would directly "imprison" him as