With the sound of three drumbeats, the entire Zhenyan Clan became lively again. Despite the blizzard outside, someone shouted that "morning" had arrived.
Li Yuan continued to wait in line, and it was not until evening that he met the Queen Mother.
Zhenyan Xue sat on a massive bronze throne adorned with huge antlers. Her appearance hadn't changed much, but her aura had transformed—majestic, dignified, profound, and sacred.
When she saw the white-haired old man before her, her expression suddenly shifted, her eyes revealing disbelief and confusion.
Li Yuan softly said, "It's me."
Zhenyan Xue's delicate body trembled, and she stood up, saying, "Come with me."
The Queen Mother set an example, being frugal and respecting the elderly while loving the young. This was not uncommon in the clan, so no one found it strange.
Inside the tent, Li Yuan glanced around and noticed that it was filled with books, many of them ancient, exuding a sense of time.
