On a street in an ancient city near the capital region.
There were no ordinary people in sight, only hundreds of men dressed in black robes with raven patterns, standing in rows on the street.
They were looking up at a cold woman in a black cloak.
The woman was stunningly beautiful, with thin, delicate lips and a graceful figure, her hair was incredibly a pale and ethereal white.
She wore a white veil, revealing only a pair of extraordinarily beautiful indifferent eyes.
There was a mysterious radiance in her eyes, captivating anyone who saw them.
She glanced at the crowd and opened her lips slightly, using her qi to transmit her voice: