Unlucky Place
Translator: Legge
Outside the palace.
More than 20 figures flew through the air, growing clearer against the hazy night.
When they arrived, it could be seen that they were all traveling without any external objects beneath their feet - all of them were Golden Cores.
The Golden Cores were dressed in the same attire and had a bright moon with many stars embroidered on their clothes. A sect badge hung from their waists etched with a moon and sun.
Their leader had the most immense aura and his black hair swayed. With a fair complexion, his eyes resembled bright stars that shimmered in the night.
"Senior Brother Qian, why did you stop?"
A Golden Core behind him asked softly with a respectful expression.
The leader curled his lips and looked in a seemingly casual manner towards a dark place nearby. Before long, he retracted his gaze as his eyes flashed with a look of mockery. "It's nothing much. Something seems to have changed in the palace."