Early August, Cloud Sea Cliff was shrouded in thick mist.
At dawn, Deng Yuxiang sat steadily in the council hall, draped in a white cloak seized from Tiantu Mountain.
Her long legs elegantly crossed, her elbow resting on the armrest of the chair, her palm supporting her cheek.
She was sitting on an ordinary wooden chair, yet somehow, it exuded the aura of a throne!
Such presence and dominance made her appear more like a leader than Lu Ran ever did.
"Great Protector." Accompanying light footsteps, an elderly voice came forth.
"Elder Bai," Deng Yuxiang softly replied, without looking back.
The mist inside the room was dense, making it difficult for everyone to see one another with the naked eye.
Bai Yanhui bowed slightly and reported, "This old man's moods are steady today. Cloud Sea Cliff is highly likely to remain peaceful as usual."
Deng Yuxiang nodded gently, "Looks like the Sect Master will safely emerge from seclusion."
