The white dragon stood sideways and made way for the road.

When Chen Ji at the end of the team passed by him, he said to Chen Ji as if he was mosquito-sounding, "Boy, don't thank you."

Chen Ji clenched his fists.

Lin Chaoqing led everyone to the East Six Palaces, and Chen Ji followed at the end with a calm expression.

He was along the blue brick road of the East Six Palace among the red walls and gray tiles.

Passing through many screen walls.

Passing through a lot of hanging flower doors.

Passing through Yanxi Palace, Jingren Palace.

Pass through Chengqian Palace and Yonghe Palace.

Finally, they stood between Zhongcui Palace and Jingyang Palace, separated by the two palaces and one street.

Chen Ji walked 4,158 miles and killed 349 people just to stand here.

As long as you can stand here.

It doesn’t matter whether you go in front or back, whether you wear official uniform or cloth clothes, whether you are a sixth-rank right guard or a grass-roots person.

Chen Ji took a deep breath and looked carefully at Jingyang Palace on the right.

In the afternoon of spring, the sun shone on a slender blue-robed Taoist nun. The other party was standing in the sun, holding a bamboo broom, gently sweeping the fallen leaves together.

Long time no see, white carp.

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Chapter completed!