Spring Wind, Summer Wound, Autumn Obscurity… Winter's Mourning!
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The clear and crisp footsteps rang out in the huge hall, lingering in everyone's ears.
Everyone slightly froze, raising their heads to look toward the imperial hall entrance.
Empress Bi Luo furrowed her brows, looking in the same direction. There, a lean figure slowly walked over.
Chi Si's gaze also turned, shock and curiosity spreading across her face.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Although they were women, they were used to being talkative. But under the terrifying pressure and might of the High Priestess, they did not dare to speak a single word.
However, this did not stop the shock from appearing on their faces.
That man still dared to appear?
My god…. This man was indeed bold to the heavens!
Is he not afraid of death?
Right now, the High Priestess was possessed by that unparalleled existence in the God Vanishing Mountain.
It was incomparably terrifying!