"That face of yours truly is exceedingly beautiful."
Inside the great hall, a lofty, ethereal voice drifted over, now near, now far.
Mu Qingge paused, then immediately looked around.
The woman who had led her into this Divine Emperor Palace, however, at this moment quietly bent her body and withdrew.
Mu Qingge naturally saw her leaving, but paid it no mind. While distinguishing the speaker's location and tracking it, her gaze fell upon the layers of gauze curtains ahead.
Those layers of gauze falling to the floor divided the great hall into two parts. One was where Mu Qingge stood, and the other half lay beyond the curtains.
No one knew what silk the curtains were woven from; on the surface they gave off a faint radiance, blocking the view of those outside.
Yet if one looked from within to without, one could see everything outside with utter clarity, as if those curtains did not exist at all.
