Could Everything I Carefully Planned Be Ruined by His Hand?

"So he is Empress Profound Ice's man. Truly a man of outstanding appearance, peerless beneath heaven!"

Throughout the enormous Thunderbolt Manor, more than eighty thousand cultivators—even Zhao Xingtian, the patriarch of the Supreme Gold Palace—fixed their eyes upon Lin Xuan.

Beneath the blazing sun, snow-white clouds, and boundless blue sky.

Lin Xuan wore a white robe that reflected the sun's radiance, dazzlingly white, like a true immortal from the God Realm, his bearing without equal.

His black hair draped over his shoulders, its strands stirring in the wind.

His starry eyes were profound, his features sharp and exquisite, like a painting at first glance.

At merely the first meeting, Zhao Xingtian and everyone else could not help but marvel inwardly, all of them subdued by his aura.

Every cultivator present revealed a trace of excitement, thinking that they had actually been fortunate enough to witness the Emperor Consort of the Northern Profound Heaven descend. This was an immense opportunity that could only be encountered, never sought!

The crowd hurriedly turned toward Lin Xuan in unison, cupped their hands, and bowed.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Emperor Consort of the Northern Profound Heaven!"

The smug smile on Yue Tianqun's face had long vanished. With a hint of gloom in his eyes, he secretly glanced at Lin Xuan.

"The Emperor Consort of the Northern Profound Heaven actually came. How could this be?"

"Could everything I carefully planned be ruined by his hand?"

Originally, relying on Patriarch Zhao Xingtian's presence, Yue Tianqun had been absolutely certain that he could incite Zhao Xingtian to kill Feng Qingyang and Gu Qingying.

Yet Lin Xuan's sudden appearance was like a thunderbolt exploding from a clear sky, making it feel as though wind and rain were about to descend.

Yue Tianqun had a powerful premonition that today's events would