Yanzheng held a golden brush, his expression grave as he guarded the surroundings, terrified that the Death Remnant might suddenly appear.
Meanwhile, Shengxiaoxi, who had not yet made a move, was already standing near the bronze palace doors. As her Daoist robes fluttered around her, wisps of profound and ancient Daoist rhythm encircled the entire set of doors.
Not only that.
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