"Fellow Daoist, please hold on!"
At that moment, a voice came from afar.
Hum————
Inside the Divine Institute, suddenly, two figures appeared.
One was an old man in a purple robe with hair white as a crane and a face of youth.
The other was a woman dressed in black, seemingly around thirty years old, strikingly beautiful yet emanating an air of unwelcome coldness.
These two appeared within the Divine Institute out of nowhere, without a trace of their aura leaking.
If not for seeing these two people, one wouldn't even know someone had arrived.
Qiao Xinyu slightly inclined her head, her gaze piercing through the semi-transparent black veil of her headdress, falling onto the two figures with indifference.
In that moment, the old man in the purple robe and the woman in black stiffened, their expressions became somewhat rigid, their eyes locked on Qiao Xinyu, giving rise to an indescribable fear in their hearts.
