Yu Jing.
Imperial Ancestral Land, Candle Dragon Hall.
The place had already changed dramatically.
The original numerous oil lamps had all been removed.
The copper coffin was also gone.
The entire Great Hall was filled with many blooming flowers, and even around Candle Dragon Hall there were numerous flowers.
These were not ordinary flowers, but Spiritual Flowers cultivated by special means.
Any pot of Spiritual Flowers, among the common folk, would be enough to make many martial artists fight to the death.
Yet here, they were everywhere,
simply because the Empress Dowager liked them.
In the hall, a beautiful woman in palace garb sat poised on the elaborate and precious gilded throne.
She closed her eyes, dots of strange Spirit Light emerged from the numerous Spiritual Flowers, converged, and were absorbed into her body.
After a long time, she opened her eyes, her eternally youthful and peerless face seemed even more radiant.
"Still missing a little bit."
