The sky gradually darkened.
Atop the Imperial Palace towers, civil and military officials, anxiously peered into the void, waiting for that black silhouette to appear, but as time passed, the silhouette still did not show up.
The black figure had not appeared; however, a white silhouette emerged from the ashen fog.
The white figure, dressed in flowing white garments and with an exquisitely beautiful face, seemed like a fairy in white, descending from the heavens.
But at this moment, no one was in the mood to admire this beautiful white-clothed fairy. To them, her appearance was akin to the arrival of a demon.
This was the person who, today, would determine their life or death—if the other did not appear.
"Where is Shi Feng? Which one of you is Shi Feng? Present yourself before this Sect Master!" Piao Xueyan stood proudly above the Imperial Palace, looking down at the tower below, and called out.