The deeper they went, the fewer branching paths there were from earlier on, until finally only the main thoroughfare remained before them.
Walking down this road, they would be able to meet the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship.
A triumphant smile played across Huang Zhijun's face.
At that moment, she stepped forward.
Suddenly, a dense white mist rose up before her eyes.
Huang Zhijun's expression changed ever so slightly.
But as the white mist gradually dissipated, a figure emerged in front of her.
The figure was tall and stood out in the mist, vaguely discernible as a man.
"Lord Taichang!"
Huang Zhijun had not expected that the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship would deign to wait for her in the labyrinth.
Overjoyed, she hurriedly straightened her clothes and approached him.
The man turned around.
Seeing the man's face clearly, Huang Zhijun's expression changed once again.
"Why is it you?"
