Yanfu.
"Phew~"
Qing Lian exhaled, feeling her lineage grow several times stronger.
"This Palace of Leaving Cold is truly miraculous. Cultivating here for a single day is like cultivating for a thousand miles. I've only been cultivating for a short while, yet I've already far surpassed my former self."
"At this rate, it probably won't be long before I reach the level of a Throne General."
"Bah, Qing Lian, get a grip. You're not here to cultivate."
"No, I have to find a chance to slip away!"
"If I don't leave soon, something terrible will probably happen."
Over the past few days, Qing Lian had noticed that the atmosphere in the palace had grown extremely tense.
Moreover, the generals of Qi Que were all brimming with killing intent. That woman called Li Zhen in particular—every time Qing Lian saw her, she had to find somewhere to hide.
"Something terrible is definitely about to happen."
The thought made Qing Lian even more eager to leave.
She packed up her things and left the cultivation grounds.
On the way back, Qing Lian's heart stirred, and a figure appeared before her.
Han Ya.
"General?" Qing Lian hadn't seen this general for several days.
A rare smile appeared on Han Ya's pale face. "Your progress has been astonishingly fast. His Majesty really didn't choose the wrong person. You have tremendous potential."
"Taking the position of general through your own strength is somewhat more difficult than receiving His Majesty's Blood Bestowal."
"But once you reach that position, you won't easily fall back into the mortal world."
"His Majesty also relied on his own efforts to climb step by step to where he is today, so he especially admires those who are brave enough to persevere."
Qing Lian felt a pang of guilt. "His Majesty... His