Even standing anywhere, Xue Qingcheng's ruqun was a breathtaking sight—exquisite, yet completely out of place among the garments of demonic cultivators. Coupled with her terrifying cultivation, even if the demonic cultivators suspected her, they still didn't dare offend her lightly.
Although my strength was merely average, standing beside Xue Qingcheng made me look like her lackey. Still, we wore hanfu of the same style, and even the materials used for our jade pendants and ornaments had been carefully selected. Hanging from my waist was a plaque carved from Peeking Stone, bearing the ancient character for "hidden," as though I feared others might not know my identity.
Our appearance in this ancient city of Lingxian naturally attracted the attention of the guards outside the gates. However, because Xue Qingcheng's cultivation was unfathomably deep, the few guard disciples were completely bewildered.
At that moment, I stepped forward without hesitation and said with a frown, "We are Divine Concealers. We wish to see the leader of your city of Lingxian immediately."
The few guards exchanged glances, looking as though they had no idea what we were talking about. One of them said timidly, "Two seniors, may I ask what a Divine Concealer is...? We truly don't know."
"If you don't know, then forget it. We'll go into the city and look for him ourselves." I waved my hand.
The guards immediately found themselves in a difficult position. Seeing that we intended to force our way in, they steeled themselves and stopped us.
"Senior, please wait... Our city of Lingxian requires recognition from the Endgod Palace, and entry is only permitted with the plaques issued by the city. Do the two of you have passage plaques? Or perhaps you are seniors from some sect? If you've lost your plaques, we can go to your