Should we invite her to the summit of the Cloud Palace?
The woman's slightly curved eyes were somewhat bright.
A smile spread across his eyes.
"OK."
At the summit of Cloud Palace, a place where many powerful figures gather, she was going to search for information about the remaining two ingredients.
"After the clan ceremony, I will go into seclusion to refine pills, and then I will go to the Suspended Pot Sect."
I will go, but not now.
Shen Zhuochuan changed the angle of the spiritual vision mirror, revealing the understanding on the man's face. "I have been inquiring about the two medicines you mentioned. Some people have mentioned them, but no one knows their whereabouts."
He paused for a moment and then said, "I suspect that the news that the Heavenly Mystery Sect has put a reward on these two medicinal herbs was given to you by the young master of the Heavenly Mystery Sect."
Clearly, Song Tingwan's eyes softened after hearing his words.
"Yes, I asked Qin Yuanyuan to inquire about it."
But it is unknown how she spoke to her family in private, as bounties from the Tianji Sect are quite rare.
Shen Zhuochuan chuckled softly, "Your friends treat you very well."
“Yes, they are good, but I deserve them too.” She smiled confidently, her eyes sparkling.
"That's natural."
Song Tingwan has so much love, she should live like those spoiled fairies atop the Cloud Palace.
But seeing them always makes my heart ache.
For some reason, people couldn't bear to speak harshly to her.
I always want to spoil her and pamper her, so that she can have a happy and carefree smile every day.
Shen Zhuochuan concealed the aggressive intensity in his eyes and wanted to slap himself.
"The clan festival is approaching, I need to change my clothes."
Song Tingwan calculated the time and looked at him with a gentle smile.
The man coughed lightly, clenched his fist, and hurriedly agreed, then lowered his eyes and turned off the spiritual vision mirror with a slightly flustered expression.
After carefully putting away the Spirit Vision Mirror, Shen Zhuochuan looked up at the two sides in the distance who were ignoring his advice, and snorted coldly.
He condensed a wisp of spiritual energy in his palm and threw it.
It split in two in mid-air, and the two spirit orbs crashed down on their heads in a fit of rage.
It has little offensive power but is extremely humiliating.
"who!"
"Who's so blind! Show yourself!"
Shen Zhuochuan stood there with his hands behind his back, raising an eyebrow, calm and composed.
Immediately, the two sides, unable to calm the wildly thrashing dragon down, nervously rubbed their hands together.
"It's just a jar of wine, I gave it to him, why did you have to trouble Venerable Yun Chuan to come in person?"
"What do you mean by 'letting go'? Fine wine should naturally be offered to Venerable Yun Chuan. Please don't be angry, we were just joking around."
The onlookers laughed at them for being cowards, but they didn't dare to make a fuss.
After all, this guy really beat someone to death.
Shen Zhuochuan looked at them with amusement, "Are you kidding me? Next time, keep it down so you don't disturb everyone."
"Yes, yes, look at this wine—"
"You drink, and remember to go to the Jade Pavilion to pay back the spirit stones after you're done."
He looked at the ruins of the buildings scattered all over the ground, raised an eyebrow, and left with his hands behind his back.
The dragon guards in the air exclaimed "Hey!" and quickly chased after their master.
"Your Majesty, are you not going to beat them up today?"
Normally, if someone doesn't listen to advice, their eldest son will just resort to physical violence; he's not so patient.
"I'm in a good mood and too lazy to do anything."
The white-robed man left in high spirits, leaving behind two Mahayana stage cultivators who had escaped a beating and breathed a sigh of relief.
The summit of Cloud Palace is dominated by three Venerables. This one has been in this realm for the shortest time. In just five years, he easily secured his position as one of the three Venerables by brutally beating people.
Even those old fogies have to give him face, otherwise they'll get beaten up too.
Ahem, it's said that one of those two former kings also got beaten up, but I don't know if it's true.
Fighting opponents far above their level, coupled with the dragon race's unique advantage in combat based on their original form, truly makes him worthy of being the leader of the dragon race.
This generation of prodigies is terrifyingly powerful.
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Hidden in the clouds.
From dawn onwards, spirit creatures and demonic beasts cried out, and the entire Hidden Clouds came alive.
They eagerly awaited the clan festival and the blessings bestowed by heaven.
Song Tingwan and the others changed into their clan ritual clothes and walked out of the room, only to find her sister and friends waiting for her.
"Wow, Wan'er looks even more beautiful in her formal attire."
Song Siyao and the others stared at her and nodded vigorously in agreement.
The clothes were made under Song Chaoxuan's personal supervision. He always spoiled his children, and he had been preparing the clothes for the clan sacrifice for two whole years.
The flowing sleeves, woven with pink rice flowers, are adorned with light purple embroidered flowers on both sides of the garment. The light purple waistband of the hem skirt features large gold-woven purple floral patterns, and the hem shimmers as the wearer moves.
The ribbons transitioned from light purple to white, and the heavily embroidered autumn blue shawl draped from the wrist.
Her long hair was half-up, adorned with a gold-embroidered hair crown and a white magnolia hairpin, with pearl hairpins on both sides and silver tassels hanging behind her ears.
Dressed up in her finest attire, Song Tingwan appeared even more gentle and dignified.
It is unforgettable to everyone who sees it.
“You all look especially beautiful today.”
"Hehe, it's all thanks to Uncle Song."
Everyone was dressed in their finest attire.
The clothes made of Yunyin silk, which are full of shimmering colors, are still lively and bright in Qin Xi’s style, but the style is more complicated and heavy than the original Yunyin set.
Baili Xijiang and Wanqiji were also dressed in luxurious robes; one wore a cross-collar robe with a black and blue base, while the other wore a lake-blue and white jade robe.
Among them, A Yao was the most eye-catching.
The magnificent gold and silver patterned cross-collar dress, the wide-sleeved gold crown, and the blue and red phoenix feather embroidery on the shimmering brocade all exude a mysterious and grand aura.
Song Tingwan's eyes lit up, and she pulled her sister's hand, looking her up and down several times. "Ayao doesn't usually like wearing skirts, so why is she wearing them today—"
They were both dressed in gorgeous clothes and had similar facial features, but the clothes on her sister gave her an amazing aura.
Song Siyao awkwardly flicked her long sleeves. "Father prepared two sets for me, one for the clan ceremony, and the other for me to try on a dress."
She hadn't tried it.
She used to find it cumbersome and inconvenient, which hindered her actions.
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