"Your Highness... Your Highness?"
Zi Yue heard the familiar voice and struggled to open her eyes, as her body was severely burnt and not a single patch of skin was intact. Fortunately, her eyes were not damaged; they still shone like a pair of purple gems.
"High Priest?" Zi Yue asked in confusion, her eyes darting about as she realized that she had been protected in the center by the Four Holy Army, which greatly relieved her.
"Where's the Imperial Ghost Army?"
