The woman who brought her food strode in, her eyes swept over the untouched food on the table, and sneered at Yun Miao: "Since you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Just starve to death."

She collected her plate and turned to leave.

Yun Miao burped.

I feel like I'm too full.

Then he looked at the door. Suddenly, the figure of Su Qingyan appeared there. He was about to get off the boat. He stopped at the door while looking at Yun Miaoshi sideways. He called out coldly, "Why don't you come out?"

That look was even colder than the first time I saw him.

Yun Miao didn't care. She patted her wrinkled skirt, then strode to the door and looked around curiously.

Lu Qingyan frowned slightly. Is this woman really not afraid at all?

Does she know where this place is?

Even he has to be careful with his words and actions. If he makes a mistake, he may lose his life.

"Hey, look at how nice the weather is here? It's like spring all year round. It's perfect for health preservation and seclusion!" Yun Miao leaned close to him and whispered.

Su Qingyan didn't understand where she was feeling this way, so he rolled his eyes at her and then reminded her, "Be quiet later, or I, the prince, won't be able to protect you."

"Saint!" The respectful voices of the maids came from the front.

Then, Yun Miao saw the big boss who was only heard of the voice but not seen in person.

She was wearing a gorgeous gold and white robe and a golden crown on her head. Although she looked to be in her thirties, her skin was fair and flawless. Her face was beautiful, but her eyes were cold and she looked intimidating without even being angry.

She ignored everyone and, surrounded by her maids, spoke condescendingly, "Prince Xiliang is temporarily staying at the Immortal Palace. We will send someone to escort you back to Xiliang in three days. As for this young lady..."

She turned her head slightly and her eyes fell on Yun Miao.

Yun Miao also looked back and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

She met the saint's eyes and seemed completely indifferent.

The maids beside her were only surprised, and even they never dared to look directly into the saint's eyes.

"Mortals already know the appearance of the Immortal Palace, which is inconsistent with the idea that the Immortal Palace has been hidden from the world for hundreds of years." The saint spoke slowly.

Zhu Qingyan understood something instantly, he could no longer keep Yun Miao.

He immediately knelt down and pleaded, "Saint, please calm down. I brought her here. She will be of great benefit to the battle in Xiliang. I hope you will show some mercy."

"Prince Xiliang, the Immortal Palace is helping you because of your ambition and strength, not because you are now obsessed with beauty and sinking into oblivion for a woman." The Saint Narrowed her eyes and looked at him: "A beast with a weak spot is useless."

The overwhelming pressure made everyone present kneel down.

Qingyan felt as if his bones were being crushed by a thousand-pound stone. Sweat covered his forehead, and he said in a trembling voice, "Qingyan...it's not for the sake of beauty..."

Although the maids nearby did not face the pressure directly, they also felt uncomfortable.

Only Yun Miao stood there awkwardly, staring at the scene in a daze.

The strength of this saint is only at the enlightenment stage?

She then frowned, and this saint wanted to kill her?

The saint didn't want to pay attention to Yun Miao at first, but she was really conspicuous.

Her gaze returned to Yun Miao.

Facing her puzzled and serious expression, he pursed his lips slightly and asked, "Can you withstand my pressure?"

"What pressure?" Yun Miao's words were like a slap in the face of the saint.

The saint's expression suddenly turned ugly, and she felt that Yun Miao was humiliating her.

Then all the pressure exerted on Shu Qingyan was directed at Yun Miao.

Little did she know, the woman opposite her looked even more puzzled, and even turned around to look around: "Where did the draft come from?"

The Saint's usually calm expression also turned into shock and disbelief: "How could this happen?"

Everyone looked at this scene in confusion.

what happened?

They could not feel the pressure from the Saint, but suddenly felt that the air around them became even more suffocating.

The saint even exploded all her energy and hit Yun Miao, but who knew that the energy only turned into a strong wind that blew her hair.

Yun Miao was still pondering the question. After figuring it out, she looked at the Saintess across from her and said, "I'm a very tight-lipped person. I'll never tell anyone about what I've seen. Although I've been to the Immortal Palace, you can pretend you haven't been. If you don't believe me, we can sign a pact. If I don't keep my word, I'll let you deal with me as you wish."

The saint's expression became even uglier.

Three times, she attacked Yun Miao three times.

But the other party acted as if nothing had happened.

"Ling'er, gather the ten elders, open the Soul Palace, and say there is an important matter to discuss." She looked at Yun Miao with a serious expression, feeling more and more frightened.

This woman is definitely not an ordinary person.

Perhaps she is also an immortal? Or even more powerful?

Now it's just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?

Thinking of this, the saint no longer dared to act rashly.

When Yun Miao heard the Saint's words, she took a big step forward and said, "You should answer me!"

The frightened saint took a step back and looked at Yun Miao with vigilance, almost thinking that she was going to attack.

The saint's sudden retreat made the maids around her look confused.

Lu Qingyan knelt on the ground with a look of suspicion on his face.

When would the Saint reveal an expression that was anything but indifferent and almost panicked? Although it was only a moment, Su Qingyan would never be wrong.

The saint is afraid of Yun Miao.

This... How is it possible...

But Yun Miao was thinking, it seems that she overestimated the situation in this plane.

The plane she was in in her previous life was the peak period when great immortal cultivators were everywhere. The ratio of mortals to cultivators was about 73:3, mortals to cultivators, and there were countless natural treasures.

Although this plane is rich in spiritual energy, the proportion of mortals and cultivators is estimated to be less than 82%, 80% mortals and 20% cultivators. Moreover, they all live in seclusion, and most mortals don't even know of their existence.

With this kind of ratio, it is difficult to produce a powerful person.

After all, resources are scarce, there is no one to guide you, and if you don’t even know how to enter the Dao, practicing on your own will only lead to going astray, let alone making a normal breakthrough.

Therefore, the saint in front of them was only in the enlightenment period, but her strength was unfathomable in the eyes of everyone.

"Yes... yes!" The maid who was replaced by Ling'er finally reacted and replied in a panic.

But he was horrified. What had happened? Why had the Saintess summoned the Ten Elders so hastily? And... did they need to open the Soul Palace?

However, they naturally had no right to ask the saint about the reason for her decision, so they immediately retreated.

The Saint looked at Yun Miao with a complicated expression, and then her gaze fell on Su Qingyan: "Come with me!"