Beiling State.
Underneath the mountains, a prosperous city stood tall.
Numerous cultivators controlled their swords, coming and going.
Inside, the streets were filled with shouting and bustling voices.
A secluded residential area in the eastern part of the city.
Dongfang Changli sat in the courtyard, placing a heavy sword and a jade flute on the table.
At this moment, the Eight Sounds Divine Monarch remained silent.
It was quite awkward.
Dongfang Changli had mentioned the Nether Sea Clan in the Divine Monarch Hall, which made her too embarrassed to lift her head.
Later, the Nine Heavens Divine Monarch supplemented the information about the Nether Sea Clan.
She couldn't lift her head even more.
Embarrassed enough to want to dig a hole to hide in.
Felt like she was neither here nor there.
Initially, Dongfang Changli had just been deceived, and she even spoke about it.
Later, the embarrassment was because the clown turned out to be herself.
She knew very little.
