In the celestial realm, there are very few prodigies capable of taming a nine-headed lion as a mount.
Recently, the most famous among them is none other than the Jun family's divine son.
Su Ziqiong dared not think further, fearing her thoughts might become reality.
However, the truth is indeed that cruel.
A warm and calm voice emerged from the golden palanquin.
"The Purple Mansion Sacred Land has quite the air about it."
Upon hearing this voice, Su Ziqiong's mind roared, and her heart trembled.
This attitude, this tone—besides the Jun family's divine son, she could think of no one else.
She hurriedly knelt on the ground, disregarding the dirt staining her purple dress, and repeatedly bowed her head, saying, "Divine Son, please forgive me! Ziqiong did not know of your connection with the Nalan family. Otherwise, even if I had a hundred times the courage, I would not dare to act against the Nalan family!"