Taking care not to wake Meilin, Qingyi left her embrace, getting up from the bed and placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
He reached out his hand and the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword flew into his grasp, a long black cloak immediately covering his body.
The shadows swallowed him up, and in the blink of an eye, Qingyi was no longer in his room.
Even with experts from the Astral Body Realm surrounding him, no one was able to notice his departure.
Silently, Qingyi appeared beside the wide walls surrounding the imperial palace.
It was a monumental construction, large enough to comfortably house thirty or forty thousand people between guests, guards, and servants.
Qingyi passed the first group of guards protecting the outer walls and soon hid in the shadow of a tree in the imperial garden, activating his Draconic Eyes.
Everything seemed normal. He could sense dozens of powerful auras, while the defensive and detection formations were operating correctly.
