When the old Daoist nun heard the voice, her expression suddenly changed. She raised her head in the direction of the Dew Platform and opened her mouth to speak.
The Tianhai Divine Empress stood at the edge of the Dew Platform, her face turned towards that estate in the south, her gaze august and majestic, like a real beam of light.
The moment the old Daoist nun entered the capital, she had sensed it.
When the old Daoist nun tortured a dog to death in an alley and severed the hand Guan Bai used to hold his sword, she had offended her.
Perhaps many would think that neither the wild dog nor Guan Bai were worth a thing compared to the old Daoist nun.
But the Divine Empress did not think this way, because this was her world.
Under the blue sky, the most diseased wild dog was still her dog and the least important person was still her subject.