Towards the palace.
The surrounding cliffs were covered with rusty gray vines, emitting a bone-chilling Yin Qi.
In front of the palace, on the spacious square, a black statue stood quietly.
With a flash of light, PEI Ling's figure appeared.
As soon as he landed, the space nearby trembled slightly, and two young girls in Palace clothes immediately walked out of the void.
The left side had a high flower hairpin, looking dignified and beautiful; On the right, there was a double spiral bun, a Pearl Flower, and a blue butterfly. Below their knees, there was a cloud of smoke. As their dresses swayed, they were both beautiful and strange.
It was Jiaojiao and the fog Willow.
They bowed to PEI Ling in unison and said respectfully, " "Welcome, Saint."
"Saint, please follow me."
PEI Ling nodded his head slightly. He was already very familiar with Jiao Gu and Wu Liu, so there was no need for any formalities. He immediately said,"Alright," he said.