"Dao Lord Jiang, the defensive formation has been fully set up. Is there anything else you need this humble woman to do?"
Two incense sticks later, a beam of icy-blue light rose into the air and landed beside Jiang Yan. It was none other than Bing Han'er, the Palace Master of Xuanbing Palace.
She wore a white dress and had a cool, refined bearing and breathtaking beauty, like an ice-cold beauty. Yet she was exceedingly respectful toward Jiang Yan.
"Nothing else. Now that everything here is settled, you need only remain here and watch for members of the Huo Luo Clan coming to seize the formation node."
Jiang Yan thought it over, then added another instruction:
"Oh, and remember to notify Yu Qingjue. Have your two sects send people to spread out through the surrounding starry skies and keep watch. Don't let the enemy get close without noticing."
"Understood. I'll make the arrangements as soon as I return."
Bing Han'er nodded, but did not actually leave.
She glanced up at Jiang Yan, then quickly looked away, seeming to have something on her mind but unable to bring herself to say it.
"You're the leader of a sect. You don't need to act this way in front of me. If you have something to say, just say it."
Seeing her like this, Jiang Yan's expression remained unchanged, and his voice did not waver in the slightest.
Although she looked like a young girl, as an extreme-realm martial artist, she might well have lived for a thousand years. Putting on this coy, girlish act in front of him was rather beneath her.
Still, Jiang Yan had nothing else to do at the moment, and he was curious what the Palace Master of Xuanbing Palace wanted. He might as well hear her out