In the great hall, the purple-skirted maiden stared blankly outside, without so much as blinking.
The black-skirted woman frowned and stepped in front of her, looking outside as she said coldly,
"We seek no quarrel with the world. Who dares disturb us?"
As her voice faded, a figure appeared at the entrance to the great hall.
He wore an antique-bronze mask and a pale-gold robe, and approached with his hands clasped behind his back.
Entering the hall, he looked at the black-skirted woman and said mildly,
"Painting Ancestor, Murong Wanci. I haven't got your name wrong, have I?"
At his words, a trace of wariness flashed in the black-skirted woman's eyes. "You came from the Gray Mist Sea?"
The Spacetime Palace Master did not answer. Instead, he continued,
"Back then, you were a peerless genius who had once entered the True Ancestor's sight. Yet you resisted the path of gray mist... Heh. After following the End of Myriad Daos to this realm for so many years, you're still only at the threshold. Is this really the outcome you wanted?"
Murong Wanci said coldly,
"The True Ancestor? Did you see how the True Ancestor cowered like a tiger before the End of Myriad Daos passed by? What is there to brag about?"
The Spacetime Palace Master shook his head. "Obstinate fool."
He turned his gaze to the purple-skirted maiden and smiled.
"The Painting Venerable of the White Mist Ancestor Realm, once famed for her grace that moved heaven and earth, has now become nothing but an empty shell."
Murong Wanci replied,
"She isn't an empty shell. Her heart is filled with true love."
The Spacetime Palace Master couldn't help but sneer. "Ridiculous."
"I know your story. You were born in a world of white mist. When gray mist reached your world,