Translator: Aran

  Leaving the White Mountain Black Waters Brute Race territory, it was peaceful all along the way.

  The Light Palace hovered over the clouds, like am Immortal palace, moving slowly Northwest.

  Ye Qingyu as before maintained a patrolling speed of neither too fast nor too slow. The solitary palace was like an emperor going on an inspection tour, although there was no flag or drums, but the pressure and awe that was brought with it were greater than a grand d..