The moment those words were spoken, the entire scene was shaken. Bai Qi? Which Bai Qi? Could Nether Emperor Bai Qi also be here? Had Nether Emperor Bai Qi been standing by all along, watching the spectacle with cold eyes? On second thought, the only person Immortal Emperor Jin Tai could possibly call Bai Qi at a time like this was that elusive and inscrutable Nether Emperor Bai Qi, who rarely showed himself in the outside world.
Bi Changchun paused at the words and abruptly turned around. Everyone's gaze followed the direction Jin Tai was looking. Only then did they notice that behind the latticed window of the pavilion, there seemed to be another figure in white standing there.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes shifted slightly toward the smooth golden wall beside that window. A pale hand with long, slender fingers silently sliced straight through the golden wall as easily as a knife cutting tofu. Then another hand cut through. The two hands pulled apart to either side, and the thick wall of pure gold parted like a drooping beaded curtain, soft as mud as it was spread open into a gap...
Wangqing, standing atop the highest point of the Immortal Palace roof, suddenly opened his eyes beneath his silver mask. He too was startled by the commotion below and lowered his head slightly in disbelief. He had never imagined that someone had been hiding beneath his feet. At such close range, he had failed to notice from beginning to end. The other party's cultivation was clearly more than a little higher than his. Could Nether Emperor Bai Qi truly have come?
At the opening in the torn golden wall stood a barefoot scholar in white, floating there with ease. He looked at the two men below, locked in an evenly matched