These are all the Princess's guest strategists, among which there are even individuals of the Heavenly King level.
Ji Huaxi sat at the high platform at the end of the hall, dressed in black lacquer armor with golden patterns of Dragon Scales wrapped around her body, with the matching Phoenix Wing Purple Gold Pocket placed on the small table next to her, her dark red hair standing up tall. Her fair face, which was free of any makeup, was stunningly beautiful. Strands of the setting sun's red light poured through the window, casting an authoritative presence on the Princess, and the slight glint of cold light from her eyes made them daunting to stare into.
She was originally one of the few powerful beings in the Realm Lord Realm, controlling the Dao Path and surpassing the theoretical limits of humanity.
After Emperor Wu's fall, Ji Huaxi had experienced nurous trials. Just as a Divine Weapon is forged between the hamr and anvil, Ji Huaxi had grown stronger through such experiences.
The Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, the True Blood gifted by Su Heng, the accumulated Dragon Qi, and the enlightennt brought about by life and death situations, among other things.
As of today.
So ministers with keen perception.
Had already sensed a dignity from Ji Huaxi that was not inferior to that of the late Emperor.
Now that the Princess had gathered these people together, it was naturally to discuss important matters. She gently set down the Jade Tea Cup, from which wisps of white smoke curled upward, and a Scholar with a head scarf, as if receiving a signal, straightened up and presented a dark yellow Secret Book, "In accordance with Your Highness's orders, all the information and intelligence collected these days can be found here."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Ji Huaxi nodded, and a Maid passed the Secret Book to Ji Huaxi's desk in front of her.
Her brows knitted slightly, her gaze swiftly swept over it.
After a long while, Ji Huaxi seed to let go of sothing, the tension in her muscles eased, and she sighed softly.
"So it seems, the Demon Dragon's massive slaughter in places like Zouhu and Lishui isn't without reason, but rather due to the outbreak of an extrely contagious plague that has caused a loss of control and necessitated such actions?"
"Based on the results shown by the investigation, that seems to be the case," the Scholar replied, bowing.
"What exactly is the origin of this plague?" After several verifications, the intelligence should be correct, but precisely because of that, Ji Huaxi felt even more astonished. She had so understanding of Su Heng's character; he was a lawless rogue, bold enough to confront head-on the infamous Leviathan King Worm without any hesitation.
Yet, with this plague, Su Heng's reaction was vehent, showing considerable apprehension.
"This," the middle-aged Scholar showed a look of hesitation on his face, "based on so intelligence we've retrieved, it's not certain, but it's said to be related to the legendary Descender."
"Descender..."
Ji Huaxi's eyes lowered slightly, her expression turned somber.
Of course, she had heard so rumors about the Descenders, but when it ca to this matter, her father had been extrely tight-lipped.
Not only had he warned her not to investigate too much, but while he was alive, he also destroyed all records relating to Descenders in the Scripture Pavilion.
At that ti, Ji Huaxi was quite puzzled.
And now...
In just a short period of two to three years, those specters had actually co back.
Ji Huaxi rose from her seat and approached the window. Outside was a huge cherry blossom tree that even covered the roof. The petals glimred faintly, and at this mont, they fell with the evening breeze. The Princess Mansion was actually built on a steep, dark cliff, and beyond lay the vast Dorai River. The river water flowed magnificently, and with the setting sun, the reflections in the water almost touched the huge orb of the sun itself.
In the past, Ji Huaxi loved standing in front of the window, watching this scenery. After so ti, as the sun completely set, a rare kind of epiphyllum would blossom on the riverbank. The blue-purple petals ford a continuous mass that emitted a faint glow in the dark surroundings. Coupled with the sounds of the tide and the songs coming from the distant city.
Such a scene would soothe one's heart, bringing tranquility from within.
But now...
Faced with the sa scenery, the only feeling Ji Huaxi had was irritation.
She hated this feeling of being in the fog, unclear about everything and unable to do anything.
The last ti she felt like this was when her father returned from the Immortal Realm badly injured, and not long after, perished completely in a disaster. And now, Ji Huaxi felt she was back at that ti, in the sa fog. Unconsciously, her fingers had clenched into a fist, her knuckles turning faintly blue with an audible crack.
Ji Huaxi opened the window, feeling the cold air from the outside face hit her, and the two strands of hair falling from her forehead lifted, bringing her thoughts back.
She turned around and returned to the main seat.
"Continue to monitor this matter; I need more intelligence."
"Yes," the middle-aged Scholar nodded, then asked with so concern, "What should we do if we encounter conflict with the Northern Border Demon Dragon in this matter?"
"Avoid conflict as much as possible. Do not engage," Ji Huaxi answered.
"Understood."
Not only the middle-aged Scholar, but even the stern-looking Generals beside him breathed a sigh of relief.
As of today, the reputation of the Northern Border Demon Dragon had grown ever more invincible. Although the Great Zhou Dynasty still existed, it was in a state of na only. In many areas, the na of the Demon Dragon was clearly more useful than the court's. And these individuals were also afraid, knowing well the imnse power wielded by the Demon Dragon and its underlings.
"There have been unusual movents from the Mythical Battlefield around Linjiang and Tianfeng," another General stepped forward to report.
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