Outside Lingxiao Palace.
Ten thousand shafts of golden light rolled through crimson rainbows, while a thousand streams of auspicious aura breathed violet mist.
Chen Xiang knew this place like the back of his hand.
Ever since he could remember, he had run up and down Lingxiao Palace's White Jade Stairway countless times. He knew, even with his eyes shut, which cracks beneath which Coiling Dragon Pillar or stone lion had held hidden crickets.
In the past, he had come and gone without obstruction.
The Yellow Turban Strongmen and divine generals guarding the palace would plaster smiles on their faces, bowing in greeting while he was still far away.
But today was different.
Using the alias Yang Sannian, Chen Xiang wore standard Heavenly Soldier armor and dragged a spear a full three heads taller than himself, assigned to a patrol formation.
He looked this way and that, his large, glossy black eyes darting everywhere.
Now that he was here to stand guard as a Heavenly Soldier, the change in perspective made everything seem interesting.
"Tsk."
Heavenly General Sun, walking ahead, turned around and caught Chen Xiang craning his neck to look about. He could not help shaking his head, thinking that the boy really had never seen the world.
Lingxiao Palace was the absolute heart of the Heavenly Court's power. How many Loose Immortals ever had the good fortune to reach these white jade steps in their entire lives?
Never mind standing guard here.
Even stealing a distant glimpse of it from outside the South Heaven Gate was an extravagant dream.
Heavenly General Sun could not be bothered with this tagalong. Turning to the Immortal Second Generation heir beside him, he said ingratiatingly, "Young master, it's windy out here. How could we possibly have you stand around in the wind?"
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