A master and a servant bypassed the mountain and water screen.
Behind the screen, the fragrance of tea had not yet dissipated, two empty cups sat there, and an ancient zither was displayed, without a trace of anyone.
"We are one step too late, that little beauty has run away."
The man stroked his sallow face; he was dressed in a silver-gray robe, tall and strong. Although he seemed ordinary in appearance, the fierce light in his eyes made him appear unruly and wild.
This man was the very same mysterious man who, outside Yuxiu Academy that day, had not stopped praising upon hearing the sound of the suona.
Ever since that day, he had been devising strategies to ascertain the identity and origins of that woman.
The woman had a delicate appearance and understood how to integrate Blessing Technique into the music. If he could have her, his Ghost Army's strength would undoubtedly reach a new level.
The man squinted his eyes; there was still a faint scent of a woman in the air.
