After finishing the letter, he stuffed a thick stack of letter paper into the envelope and handed it to the maid responsible for delivering messages. Then he took the secret letter and went to the Lingyun Holy Temple.
Moments later.
Lingyun Holy Temple, the side hall.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
A small sapling, slightly thicker than an arm, was standing on the table with hands on hips, speaking seriously to the Upgraded Heavenly Machine Recording Disk in front of it, which was wrapped in tree roots.
This small sapling was naturally Wang Lixian.
Bright light from the Spirit Lamp illuminated her, making her already verdant leaves look even more translucent, resembling a crafted art piece, particularly beautiful.
On the Imaging Disk in front of her, a projection of light and shadow displayed Emperor Longchang's ancient yet lively face.
"I can hear you, I can hear you," Emperor Longchang cheerfully greeted Wang Lixian.