Li Rong's expression changed slightly. She spun around, only to find nothing behind her but the sprawling sea of flowers in the imperial garden.
She immediately realized something and turned her head again.
Yet she saw a beautiful woman in a black dress and black veil slowly emerge from the empty space behind Emperor Dingyuan.
The woman's eyes were like pitch-black abysses, unfathomably deep, as though they could draw in one's soul.
Her skin was flawless white, as though carved from the finest jade.
Apart from her appearance, the woman's clothes also bore, without the slightest restraint, a symbol Li Rong found somewhat familiar.
"Xuanmiao Sect!?" Li Rong's tone instantly turned cold. At last, she understood why Emperor Dingyuan had worn that expression earlier.
Yuan Du Zi studied Li Rong with some curiosity.
While she had still been in the Tide, she had already learned that Wei He, her sole remaining clansman, had received much care from Li Rong in Great Moon.
The reports gathered at her command had all pointed to the same thing: Li Rong had indeed treated Wei He extremely well.
She had practically given him everything she could give, everything she could offer.
It was precisely because of this that she had been willing to come and meet this woman in person.
After successfully completing her seclusion, killing that person with her own hands, and freeing herself from the knot in her heart left by Ansha Lu, both her state of mind and cultivation had ascended to another level.
Whether it was the Xuanmiao Sect, the Tide, or even the Daoist Sect, all of them were now things she could discard at will.
Only Wei He, her last remaining blood relative, was the final loved one she had left beneath heaven and earth.
That state of