"Yes, Miss Xinli." The young noble gave a slight nod, his handsome features alight with a smile. "I really do want... to marry you."
The moment he finished speaking, Lanse felt a bone-chilling gaze land on him from the void.
His smile vanished in an instant. He elegantly pointed toward a region glowing with a seven-colored light in the center of the white mist. "Miss Xinli, you should go in now."
"Alright." Jiang Xinli gave him a thoughtful glance before turning and walking toward that area.
As she drew closer to the center of the light, the white mist grew thinner.
She caught a glimpse of Jiang Wanwan.
The other woman was dressed in a deep purple formal gown, a color symbolizing the highest honor in the Deep Sea Territory, and stood at the head of the line with her chin held high.
Directly ahead, on a massive mother-of-pearl base, grew a crystalline "plant"—so tall it reached the dome above.
