Bai Yujun glanced at the Human Emperor's hand hidden within his sleeve.
She said rather boredly,
"Stop fussing. I altered the grand formation while you were ruining the food. Relax, you're all safe."
After saying that, she looked toward the painting hanging on the wall, seeming to meet the False Saint's gaze. The old man had not appeared in person, and Bai Yujun had no interest in speaking with him either. Any conversation between them would have been meaningless.
A certain minister who wanted to show off before the Human Emperor and the Saint stepped forward.
"Demon Dragon! Do not act so presumptuously! Are you trying to provoke a war by barging into the imperial palace?"
Bai Yujun faced the Human Emperor and gave him a sidelong glance.
The other clan heads and ministers secretly applauded. As long as they worked together, driving back the White Dragon would not be a problem. One after another, they drew out their finest treasures, and in an instant, dazzling light filled the hall as treasure aura surged skyward...
Outside the doors, the generals on guard looked back at the doors and windows, curious what treasures those old fellows were appraising again.
Zi Jie swept his gaze fiercely around and saw that the White-robed Monk had somehow moved into a corner.
Suppressing his fear of the dragon's might, he said,
"Enough! How can we be discourteous when a guest comes to our door?"
Though Zi Jie was ruthless and merciless, years spent in high office had naturally given him broader vision. He knew the White Dragon had not come merely to fight and kill; otherwise, why would she show herself? With her strength, who could withstand her assassination? If she had intended to act, it would have ended long ago. Since that was the