This realization filled Alora Hart with incomparable despair.
Under the red twilight, her face looked more terrifying than a fierce ghost. However, the people below couldn't understand her words at all. They only saw her as an irrational madwoman and looked at her with anger and contempt.
"As she wishes."
Under the veil, the young lady's eyes were as calm as an ancient well, looking down at the countless commoners beneath the high platform without a ripple.
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The doors of the Holy Temple gradually swung open. Red lanterns one after another lit up on either side of Central Avenue, extending towards the deep darkness beyond.
Young Lady White calmly walked into the grand doors of the Holy Temple, striding along the expansive avenue.
The surrounding area was eerily silent.
The Green Dragon, Vermilion Bird and the other two leaders lagged far behind. At this moment, they had already sensed the danger in the air.
None of them spoke, maintaining a tacit silence.