Four Extremes Twelve Gates, the Supreme's Perception

But Li Huaian was, after all, a composed imperial princess. She knew this was not the time to dwell on who the other party belonged to.

She walked past the stunned Xiao Yu and went straight to Ye Li, who was preparing to return to his residence to rest, then said quietly:

"General Ye, the Palace Master of the Northern Cang Cold Palace has sent an attendant to visit. He says he has concrete information on the Bone and Blood Cult's movements."

As Ye Li glanced sideways, the many sect masters, along with the three prefectural governors, instinctively retreated several yards, revealing the Cold Palace attendant in his long robes.

"N-Northern Cang Cold Palace's Xu Yan! Greetings, my lord!"

The Cold Palace attendant shuddered violently, finally snapping out of his dumbfounded state. He bowed to the unfamiliar powerhouse before him.

His mind raced as he searched for information related to this person, unable to stop the alarm rising in his heart.

Three mountain sect masters at the Venerable level—figures who would be treated with courtesy even in the Northern Cang Cold Palace—had actually died here so easily?

And the prefectural governors had no objections whatsoever. Could this be an inspector from the Capital City, sent to the Southern Territory to purge the great clans?

If so, the Northern Cang Cold Palace had better raise its guard early as well...

Feeling the weighty pressure emanating from Ye Li, Xu Yan even became careful with his breathing.

Ye Li casually detained the several souls from earlier, his gaze sweeping over the man.

"Come inside and speak."

At those words, the many sect masters outside the hall, who had long been trembling in fright, finally felt as though they had been granted a pardon!

"...Your Highness."

Xiao Yu barely came back to his