Tap, tap, tap—!
The calm spiritual energy inside Nourishing Harmony Hall suddenly surged like gathering clouds, and ripples of it blew the memorials on Jiang Jingyi's imperial desk into constant fluttering.
A crack split open in space. Pressure arrived first, and immediately after, Dugu Zixuan stepped out.
Her steps were light and steady, as if she regarded the palace restrictions as nothing.
According to the rules within the imperial palace, aside from Jiang Jingyi herself, no one could use spatial secret arts to move about.
Even Jiang Yan had to be cautious when flying through the air to run away.
Yet Dugu Zixuan had actually not restrained her pressure in the slightest, swaggering over by tearing through the void.
Jiang Jingyi slowly rose, looked at Dugu Zixuan before her, and gave a slight nod. "Hall Master Zixuan, please!"
Dugu Zixuan said nothing. She sat down on a wood-grained chair at the side, her head turning slightly aside, the aura around her undiminished.
"Hall Master Zixuan, this is not very polite. You should rein in your pressure!" Jiang Jingyi reminded her.
"Lady Yi, oh no... Supreme One! I should call you Supreme One, not by the name Murong Yi, correct!"
Jiang Jingyi could hear that she had come to denounce her. Running right over her head to demand an accounting—Dugu Zixuan was the first.
A faint smile hung on her face. She waved lightly, and the maids on both sides of the hall withdrew.
"Calling me Murong Yi is not a problem either. When this emperor travels incognito in private, I like using false names and avatars precisely because I do not wish to expose my identity. That is why there are rumors of Murong Yi everywhere in Tianxuan."
"Is that so? Yet this hall master has hardly heard any rumors