Sky City was quiet, just like how it had been for ten thousand years—it was serenely quiet.
A flashing shadow suddenly stopped, not far from the last temple.
It was a beautiful palace, larger than other palaces in Sky City, only one size smaller than the palace of the Lord God, but even so, it was still very striking.
Shen Yanxiao leaned against Xiu's arms and looked at the huge palace before them.
"This is your place…"
"En." Xiu nodded slightly and walked to the entrance of the palace.
The closed gate, seeming to sense the return of its owner, slowly opened.
A strand of brilliant light sprinkled on the entrance. On the other side of the gate was not the palace in Shen Yanxiao's eyes, but a tract of land covered with grass and flowers.
