Asking About the Sect Master's Cultivation Realm

At the Imperial City, in the courtyard, Bi Zhu opened her eyes and looked at the bright moon outside the window.

The moonlight was like a white frost illuminating her bed.

She sat up and then walked outside.

As she moved, the surrounding formations began to disappear. These were the precautions that she had put into effect, just in case.

Even entering the gathering was somewhat dangerous. She didn't want to be caught off guard.

Proper preparation was essential. The doors and windows had hidden curses. If one's cultivation was insufficient, one would turn into puddles of blood in an instant.

Creak!

She pushed open the front gate.

At this moment, Qiao Yi, who was guarding the courtyard, looked over.

"Eh? Qiao Yi, aren't you going to rest?" Bi Zhu was surprised to see her.