Chapter 2273: Misty Cloud Palace (1)

Chapter 2273: Misty Cloud Palace (1)



"Senior Sister?" Yun Mengxue shook Yun Wushuang's arm gently as she saw the latter staring at her in a daze. She thought Yun Wushuang would be happy to hear the news.

Yun Wushuang returned to her senses and asked hesitantly, "How is he? How could he come here?"

"Oh, as I mentioned earlier, he is very strong. He's now a High God, but I believe his true strength is no less than mine," Yun Mengxue answered happily. "As for how he came here, I heard that he was brought over by a certain senior surnamed Huang."

"A High God...?" Yun Wushuang murmured in a daze. When Yun Lintian was born, she discovered he was indeed talented, and his profound vein was much better than his peers. However, reaching the High God Realm in such an environment was completely illogical. What had happened to him?

"Right. He wants to see you, Senior Sister, but I can't make a decision," Yun Mengxue said further.

"Tell him to leave. Don't let him come over," Yun Wushuang suddenly grabbed Yun Mengxue's shoulders and said with a serious expression. There was a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

"Ah?" Yun Mengxue was startled.

"No. You must take him away. Go now!" Yun Wushuang urgently spoke.Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.com

"Oh. Okay," Yun Mengxue was confused but didn't refuse her Senior Sister's request.

She stood up and rushed out of the hut under Yun Wushuang's anxious gaze.

After Yun Mengxue left, Yun Wushuang slumped back on her seat, her hands clasped together as she muttered, "You must not come here, Tian'er."

Tears began to well in her eyes. She knew that no matter how powerful Yun Lintian was, it was impossible for him to go against Yun Xue and the Sacred Flame Palace. It would be no different from sending himself to death if he insisted on coming here.

Yun Mengxue flew down from the peak and was about to head out. Suddenly, a terrifying pressure enveloped her, preventing her from moving forward.

"You're very brave," a cold female voice resounded in Yun Mengxue's ears, causing her to tremble.

Fu Mingyao looked at the broken furniture in the room and nodded gently. "Be careful next time."

She turned around and prepared to leave. Suddenly, she thought of something and said, "Right, I had already contacted my family. They said they would help out."

"Many thanks, but no need now. I've found a way to go in," Yun Lintian said gratefully. "Eh?" Fu Mingyao was surprised and said, "Understood. So, this is a farewell?" "Maybe," Yun Lintian responded with a smile.

Fu Mingyao took a deep look at him and said, "Don't forget to find me when you visit the Divine Moon God City later."

"Sure," Yun Lintian replied.

Fu Mingyao didn't say anything further and walked away.

Yun Lintian watched as she disappeared from his sight with a pity. He knew a miserable fate was waiting for her.

He closed the door and returned to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, Yun Lintian put aside all the messy thoughts and began to meditate. No matter what happened next, it was better to be

well-prepared.

Days passed by very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the grand ceremony date had arrived.

The Misty Cloud Palace, situated not far from the city, was adorned with exquisite decorations on this day, transforming the normally serene mountaintop into a breathtaking spectacle. Countless colorful banners fluttered in the wind, creating a mesmerizing tapestry against the backdrop of the azure sky.

The air hummed with anticipation, as cultivators from all corners of the Holy Lands gathered at the palace's entrance, their faces filled with excitement and awe. The crowd was a kaleidoscope of colors and textures, with many adorned in luxurious silk robes.

Yun Lintian, dressed in a simple white robe, stood amidst the throng, his gaze fixed on the majestic palace gates. His expression was calm and composed, revealing no hint of the turmoil that raged within his heart. He held the ice letter in his hand, its surface shimmering with a faint, ethereal light.

As the gates creaked open, a wave of guests surged forward, eager to secure a prime viewing spot for the upcoming ceremony. Yun Lintian allowed himself to be carried along with the flow, his eyes scanning the crowd for any potential powerhouses.

He noticed several prominent cultivators among them. These individuals obviously hailed from powerful factions, yet they chose to mix with the ordinary guests.

Yun Lintian's gaze then shifted to a group of women dressed in flowing white robes. They were disciples of the Misty Cloud Palace...