No one answered him.
Because everyone was the same; fear had already filled their chests.
In a hidden valley not far from Heaven Dou City.
An elite surprise-attack force from Spirit Hall was stationed there.
At the deepest part of the camp, a stunning woman in golden palace attire stared blankly at the Heavenly Curtain.
She was Qian Renxue.
At this moment, she had long lost the pride she once possessed as the God of Angels.
Looking at the figure in the picture, who seemed both divine and demonic, a sealed memory suddenly surged into her mind.
That had been three years ago.
To gather intelligence on the Great Tang, she had relied on the Angel Martial Soul's ability to disguise herself and infiltrated Chang'an City alone.
Though Chang'an City had not yet become as magnificent as it was now, its defenses had already been strict.
She carefully avoided every hidden sentry and slipped into the depths of the Imperial Palace.
She remembered that it had been late at night.
She had lain atop a beam in Hanyuan Hall, holding back every trace of her aura.
Below, on the Dragon Throne, sat that man—Li Xin.
At the time, Li Xin had been reviewing memorials and appeared completely unguarded.
Qian Renxue had even considered whether she should seize the chance to strike and assassinate the ruler of the Great Tang.
Just as her fingers curled around the Angel Sacred Sword.
Li Xin below suddenly stopped writing.
He neither looked up nor called for the guards.
He merely picked up the teacup beside him, took a light sip, then spoke calmly.
"The wind is strong up on the beam. Since you are here, miss, why not come down for a cup of hot tea?"
Qian Renxue remembered it clearly. In that instant,