Eldest Princess Zi Ning walked out of the Stone Chamber on Prisoner Dragon Ridge.
She lit no lamp, brought no attendants, and wore no shoes.
Her bare feet crossed the cold White Jade Slabs of the corridor, her footsteps soundless.
She wore that old outfit, lined with a thin layer of Deep Purple Scale Armor.
The edges of the scale armor hugged her skin, gleaming darkly in the night light. She had peeled it layer by layer from the restriction runes on Prisoner Dragon Ridge, then pieced it together scale by scale-her ultimate trump card for fighting restrictions with restrictions.
It was the only Spirit Artifact she had fashioned for herself during more than two hundred years of imprisonment.
When she reached the entrance to Wish-Repayment Ridge, where the Old Purple Sky Dragon King resided, the two Dragon Scale Guards on duty felt a chill shoot up their spines before they could react.
"Your Highness, the Eldest Princess, the old Dragon King has already retired..."
Before the Dragon Scale Guards Commander could finish, Zi Ning had raised her right hand.
There was no fluctuation of spiritual power, no dazzling light, only a simple sweep of her hand. The commander froze where he stood, still in the posture of speaking, his pupils rapidly dilating. His lips were slightly parted, but he could no longer utter a word. He had been immobilized.
The other Dragon Scale Guard was about to draw his blade when Zi Ning's finger touched the center of his brow.
He did not fall, but his eyes went completely blank in that instant, like a lamp blown out.
Zi Ning pushed open the doors.
The Spirit Pearls gave off their usual gentle light, bathing the entire Bedchamber in a soft, mellow glow.
The Purple Sky Dragon King reclined on