Chen Rui's eyes sparkled with the light of confidence, waiting confidently for Jiang Qi's praise and reward.
At this moment, the palace door was gently pushed open, and a fierce figure slowly walked in.
She was wearing a dark purple long robe, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, with an air of innate authority on her face.
It was none other than Elder Li.
As soon as Elder Li entered, her brow furrowed sharply, seemingly discomforted by the foul stench that assaulted her senses.
A trace of disdain flashed in her eyes as she coldly scanned the room, her gaze finally settling on those two foul-smelling sacks, unable to restrain herself from frowning and asking, "What is this? Why is it so filthy?"
Her voice, though gentle, carried an invisible pressure that instilled awe in others.
