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But no matter what, Gong Yajun, being a Sect Hierarch, was now facing such a defeat.
It was enough to prove the power of the Xuantian Strategy.
However, at this moment, no matter how much he studied, he simply couldn't find anything special about it.
He ultimately could only shake his head.
He first pointed the Divine Finger at the purple moon,
only to see the purple moon flickering uncertainly.
Then it quickly dimmed, showing no strange reaction.
He then reined in his thoughts.
Entering the cave within his mind.
The moment he entered, he sensed something was amiss.
He saw that a vast bed had appeared inside the cave at some point, entirely made of cold jade, emitting waves of chilling aura.
The cold mist enveloped the entire cave.
The empress and Ye Qinghong, originally kneeling on the ground, bound in red threads,
now lay on the bed for some reason.
The method of binding with red threads was still as exquisite, showing off their perfect figures.