Early the next morning, the merfolk maid appeared at the guest courtyard entrance on time.
Zi Yuner had changed into a pale purple dress that day.
A jade belt cinched her waist, and a purple jade hairpin held up her long hair, revealing the two small, pale purple dragon horns on her forehead.
She stood beside the pavilion with her hands behind her back. Morning light filtered through the golden barrier, gilding her with a faint golden glow.
"I've already informed my royal father. He should be able to see us today."
"Sorry for the trouble, Princess."
Lin Shisan was as courteous as ever.
"Let's go."
Zi Yuner nodded slightly and led the way.
Holding Little Stone's hand, Lin Shisan followed with Bai Youyou.
They passed through the white jade corridor, went past yesterday's magnificent main hall, and continued deeper into the Dragon Palace.
The farther they went, the denser the spiritual energy became.
Lin Shisan could feel the fluctuations of spiritual power in the air almost taking solid form.
With every breath, wisps of spiritual energy seeped into his body through his nose.
Nourished by this spiritual energy, the hair-thin crack in his Dantian seal actually loosened a little more.
The Hornless Dragon True Spirit stirred slightly in his Dantian, as though sensing something.
Little Stone showed no particular reaction. The False Spirit Pearl rested firmly against his chest, giving off a faint blue glow.
The Python Demon Remnant Soul was tightly suppressed, and the little fellow skipped along without showing any signs of discomfort.
At the end of the path stood a palace even more magnificent than the main hall.
Its doors were cast from solid slabs of deep sea cold iron, about fifty feet high and thirty feet wide.
Nine coiling dragons were carved into their surfaces,