True Monarch Yepo

Beneath the boundless night, the radiance of stars and moon shone like a mirror, reflecting the countless forms of the world below. A streak of light pierced through the layered clouds and suddenly tore across the sky, setting the countless clouds surging and rippling with luminous color until they finally gathered into a hazy silhouette.

She wore a skirt of white clouds and ornaments of stars and moonlight. Her long, deep-blue hair, as dark as ink, flowed down like a waterfall. Even without seeing her veiled face, one could tell she was an absolute beauty. Her expression was brisk and capable, and strapped to her back was an enormous iron ruler taller than she was. Its Spirit Patterns glimmered in a flowing, seven-colored rainbow sheen. It was clearly a Divine Weapon.

True Monarch Yepo descended upon Mingguang Peak, but did not approach. Each peak had its own rules: without an invitation or an order from the Main Mountain, Adepts and True Lords could not enter one another's Main Peaks in private.

Of course, for peaks on good terms, those rules were as good as scraps of paper. But for an independent peak without a Peak Master, like Mingguang Peak, they served as a kind of protection.

"Junior Nephew An..."

True Monarch Yepo clearly hadn't come to throw her weight around. On the contrary, her voice was calm, and her question carried a note of polite inquiry. "There are some things I'd like to ask you about... would you be willing to speak with me?"

An Jing exchanged a glance with Gu Yeqi. The silent eye signals they had honed at Xuanming Manor came in handy now.

[This is obviously about my master. I should talk to the True Lord.]

[Right. Be careful, Senior Brother. This True Lord used to come