章節 1157: Tsukuyomi's Performance

An Jing and company were dumbfounded. The entire An family residence was silent.

With the An family's defense, with such a huge commotion, the troops and hidden forces should have long rushed into the hall, but there was no movement at all.

The dark yard was dead silent. The night was terrifyingly dark, as though a dark behemoth was entrenched in the An residence.

The sound of wings flapping was heard. Almost at the same time, Daitengu landed in the living room. It retracted its wings and bowed at Tsukuyomi and Zhou Wen. "Your Majesty, Prince Consort. Greetings from your subject, Daitengu."

An Jing and company had naturally heard of the name 'Daitengu.' Legend had it that it was formed after an emperor died. It had a very high status in a particular country's pantheon.

Is this really the legendary Daitengu? An Jing's body trembled as she looked at the Daitengu that resembled a winged devil. It looked very similar to the legendary depiction.