The freezing cosmic wind of the Seventh Heaven swept over the floating platform of white jade clouds, carrying a heavy, metallic resonance of ancient divine laws.
Tony Clark stood perfectly still at the absolute bow of his obsidian chariot, his hands casually tucked into the deep pockets of his dark hunting cloak. His standard, lazy posture was fully intact, but his dark eyes were bright with a calculating, predatory intensity as he looked down at the massive star-embroidered fortress of the Tian Family Ancestral Palace.
"The security lines around the primary eastern gate are entirely too thick for a quiet walk, Master Tony," Lady Vivienne Vane whispered rapidly, her elegant, breathtakingly beautiful face tight with intense concentration as she analyzed the shimmering layers of the palace's grand protection arrays. She held a glowing ledger crystal in her slender fingers, her violet eyes tracking the movement of the high-tier divine guards.
