Zuo Yan and Consort Mei traveled differently from martial artists.
One had the support of the Imperial Palace, while the other had the support of the Martial Academy. Thus, both had cultivated methods of the Heterodox Path.
And their methods were extraordinary.
Zuo Yan chanted under her breath, and blade light descended from the heavens, wrapping around her body and shooting skyward.
Before leaving, Consort Mei hugged Chu Qing fiercely. She even stood on tiptoe and shared an intimate moment with him.
"Mr. Chu, I'll write to you often!"
Chu Qing rubbed her head. "In a few days, I'm planning to make a trip to the forbidden zone too!"
"Then we'll be able to see each other often!"
Consort Mei was delighted.
"Mr. Chu, I'm leaving. Please look after the Empress more."
"Her situation is very difficult right now!"
Chu Qing patted her slender waist and smiled. "Don't worry. Whatever I can help with, I'll spare no effort to help her!"
Consort Mei was happy, then fiercely shared another intimate moment with him.
At that moment:
Zuo Yan's blade light circled through the sky. She had grown impatient from waiting.
"Consort Mei, come quickly!"
Consort Mei sighed helplessly, then took out a handful of fragrant powder and scattered it into the air.
Among the Heterodox Path arts she cultivated, the Fragrant Arts Path primarily used all kinds of sandalwood incense and fragrant powders.
At that moment, the fragrant powder spread out and enveloped her body.
Consort Mei chanted under her breath. The next instant, her body turned illusory and transformed into a cloud of fragrant powder. Like a wisp of smoke and dust, she shot into the sky, entwined with Zuo Yan's blade light, and sped straight toward the forbidden zone.
After the two women left, Chu Qing stared blankly