Xuan Yuan raised his hand, stopping the Empress while his vigilant gaze looked at the black-robed man standing in the skies. Not knowing the reason, this man gave him a dangerous feeling, as if the entire country could be exterminated with a wave of his hand.
The man's unapproachable gaze gradually turned gentle, as he looked towards the skies before him. A faint arc unconsciously quirked up on his lips. His smile was very faint, to the extent of being undetectable. Even so, that faint smile was still imprinted in everyone's eyes.
Everyone had followed the man's gaze and looked in the same direction, perhaps wanting to know why this ice-cold man had such a huge transformation. Just as their gaze shifted over, a snow-white long robe came into view.
