Half a month later, a gilded flying ship descended through the clouds and quietly landed among the mountains.
On the deck, a dignified man dressed in a robe adorned with nine dragons stood with his hands behind his back, none other than the current Emperor, Xuanyuan Hao.
He slightly turned his head towards the cabin, his voice authoritative yet calm: "Why are you still standing there? Don't you want to see your elder and second sisters?"
A shadow moved at the cabin door, and Lu Yuanchen gracefully stepped out in a moon-white palace dress, her complexion three shades paler than her attire.
As soon as she stepped out of the cabin, an invisible force pulled her before Xuanyuan Hao.
"Back then, when you brought the Nine Nether Demon Lotus into the palace, I suppose you were after that secret recipe from the beginning?"
Xuanyuan Hao's five fingers clamped around her neck like iron tongs, "Even I don't know its whereabouts, and yet you dare covet it?"
