Moonlight fell like frost, cold enough to pierce the soul.
As midnight arrived, Zhu Mo and Lin Bai appeared soundlessly outside Weaving Cloud Palace with more than twenty Great Purity Dao Fruit Realm martial artists.
The entrance to Weaving Cloud Palace was covered by an array. It was not only the palace's original formation, but also the sealing formation of the Zhao Xing Office.
Zhu Mo stood before the entrance, his expression gloomy. Without saying much, he merely waved his hand.
The Zhao Xing Office martial artists nearby immediately understood and opened the sealing formation. Zhu Mo then called out, "Miss Lanyue, Zhu Mo, Commander of the Zhao Xing Office, has come to pay you a visit."
"Lord Zhu Mo, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Within Weaving Cloud Palace, the formation opened, and a woman's cold laughter drifted out.
At those words, Lin Bai and Zhu Mo immediately grew vigilant.
Lin Bai's expression turned solemn. "Lord Zhu Mo, it seems she knew long ago that we would return. Be careful."
Zhu Mo nodded slightly and pushed open the doors. As moonlight poured inside, Lin Bai and Zhu Mo gazed inward.
They saw Miss Lanyue sitting alone in the main hall of Weaving Cloud Palace. She held a jug of wine in her hand and drank by herself, a faint cold smile on her face as she watched Zhu Mo and Lin Bai enter.
"Lord Zhu Mo, Saint Son Lin Bai, you're much slower than I imagined!" Miss Lanyue's red lips curled into a cold smile, mockery filling her eyes.
Her appearance left Lin Bai utterly shocked.
Lin Bai had never imagined that the Miss Lanyue he had met half a month ago had still looked like a frail, helpless young woman.
But now, her lips were