Chapter 697: The Crouching Tiger
Hanzhang Terrace, southwest corner.
The bamboo grove rustled in the night wind, moonlight filtering down through the gaps in the bamboo leaves.
Chen Qing landed before that two-story pavilion and dismissed the Golden Feather Eagle.
The spirit formation at the entrance was still running, a faint blue-green light flickering gently in the darkness.
He raised his hand and released a trace of True Origin, activating the formation.
A moment later, the pavilion's door opened from within.
Monarch Lihua stepped out.
She wore a pale blue-green robe today, her dark hair gathered loosely into a simple bun with only a bamboo hairpin, entirely different from her usual style, carrying instead a refined, scholarly air.
Only her complexion looked somewhat pale.