Lingxiao Palace was very quiet, starlight flowing around the imperial throne.
Bai Moulong found shoes too constricting and simply went barefoot. The cool jade tiles felt pleasant beneath her feet. She paused now and then, the vermilion brush in her hand trailing winding ink marks.
Rong Ru tried hard to turn her head away...
Not many immortal cultivators were qualified to receive invitations. All the rest who called themselves lords and patriarchs throughout the Myriad Worlds had to consciously take part.
If any dared play deaf and mute, that meant opposing Bai Moulong's ascension to the throne—openly making an enemy of Bai Moulong of the Hun Yuan Limitless Realm. That took courage. After all, everyone in the Myriad Worlds knew Bai Moulong held grudges, and she was very hungry.
With a few swift strokes, she finished writing and gently blew the ink dry.
Rong Ru stepped forward and gathered every invitation from the desk. After bowing, she lifted her head, turned elegantly, and left Lingxiao Palace with her dangling hair ornaments swaying faintly. Her retreating figure was proud and composed.
Bai Moulong smacked her lips. Another day of envying the phoenix clan—elegant, dignified, and numerous.
She had barely caught her breath and started eating fruit when many immortal maidens filed in one after another, each carrying documents that they gently laid upon the desk. They were all important matters concerning the primordial world after she had dragged Little Broken Ball away. Zhen Bei could not decide some major affairs, so he could only leave them for Bai Moulong to handle.
Bai Yujun looked speechlessly at the miniature Sky Pillar Mountain on her desk. The beautiful immortal maidens stood in a long line, heads lowered and brows meek, not daring to utter a word.
Bai Moulong's gaze shifted between the documents