Within this immense palace, everything around them resembled the main hall of an imperial palace. Far ahead, billions of miles away, stood what should have been the emperor's dragon throne—but it had now been replaced by three auspicious clouds.
"Buzz...!!!"
In an instant, Qiangwei arrived ten meters beneath the auspicious clouds.
Upon the auspicious clouds stood her teacher, Daoist Tian Chen. On the left stood Angel Yan, clad in golden armor with pure white wings on her back.
On the right stood a woman.
She wore a flawless white dress, its hem embroidered with a phoenix rising from the flames. A white brocade belt cinched her slender waist, so delicate it seemed barely able to bear a hand's breadth.
Her jet-black hair was coiled into a ruyi bun, adorned only with a white jade plum-blossom hairpin. Though simple, it made her look fresh and elegant.
A light layer of makeup adorned her face. A freshly plucked white plum blossom was slanted into her hair, while a single exquisite green-jade hairpin was decorated with fine silver chains and bead tassels.
This person was Zhuge Dali, who had come from the Love Five World to Super Seminary. Zhuge Dali had shed her former fresh and sunny appearance, and even her sharp short hair had transformed into three thousand strands cascading over her shoulders.
She looked very much like Rose, the girl from the Love Five World who was identical to Zhuge Dali, but she was filled with immortal grace, and a coldness that kept others at arm's length lingered between her brows.
She was nothing like the mischievous Rose.
"Teacher..." Qiangwei gazed at Chen Tian in a daze.
"Hmm, is something wrong?" Chen Tian asked with a smile.
"Uh... It's nothing major. It's just... Old Chen wanted to ask you to go