The night falls, stars sparse.
Chu Qianli hurriedly arrived at Lingjiu Hall under the moonlight.
At present, the guards outside Lingjiu Hall are extremely strict.
But in the inner circle near Lingjiu Hall, there are hardly any guards.
This is the most sacred place in the entire Imperial Palace, or even the entire Nanming Country, and ordinary people dare not approach it.
Chu Qianli walked into Lingjiu Hall.
The design of Lingjiu Hall is different from that of typical palace courtyards.
There is no front courtyard; entering leads directly to a large hall.
Looking up, a gigantic statue stands in view, seemingly soaring into the sky, solemn and sacred.
However, tonight, in front of the statue, there was not a soul, and the entire hall was empty, making this already lifeless place seem even colder and more indifferent.
Chu Qianli walked through the hall and onto a small path behind the statue.
