Phoenix Cry Palace—day after day passed. In the blink of an eye, ten days were nearly up, and the atmosphere throughout Phoenix Cry Palace had grown grave.
As the morning sun rose, Lin Yuzhen emerged from before Phoenix Cry Palace, dressed in an elegant, plain royal robe. Her hair was bound beneath a crown, a divine sword in hand. Her handsome, valiant bearing revealed the composure and power of a ruler.
At her side, Yin'er pushed a wheelchair out, while Murong followed alongside them as they headed beyond the royal palace.
Behind them, Qing Ling and Ruoxi trailed from afar. It would not be convenient for them to show themselves during this journey to the Ji Family; they needed to act in secret.
White Emperor City, the ancestral home of the Ji Family—a colossal force that had endured for countless ages—was also facing a formidable enemy today. The entire Ji Family had gone on alert. Layer upon layer of formations activated, radiant clouds gleaming.
When the morning sun climbed into the southeastern sky, a handsome and extraordinary figure approached outside the Ji Family. Step by step, he seemed to tread upon the hearts of the many experts guarding the Ji Family.
Queen Qi had arrived. The Ji Family's four Grand Elders appeared together, standing within the formation and warily awaiting the great enemy.
Outside the Ji Family, Lin Yuzhen looked at the four before her and said coldly, "The ten days are up. Have you considered it? Will you hand over the culprit who murdered the High Priest of my court, or shall I seek justice myself?"
"Arrogant! Lin Yuzhen, this is not your Phoenix Cry City. This is not a place where you can run wild as you please!" Ji Changkong stepped forth and said in a grave voice.