Chapter 28 028 [VIP]

Wang Xiaoshi, clutching the Wanliu Qi Sword, gazed upon the crisscrossing sword marks before him, lost in thought.

According to Shi Qingruo, the newly appointed leader of the Misty Heaven Alliance, joining the alliance was a tremendous advantage.

This "ruin," left behind by Guan Qi after shattering the void, held a profound allure for martial arts masters aspiring to further their abilities.

Even with Wang Xiaoshi's unparalleled swordsmanship, he still struggled to grasp the true essence of martial arts from this tangled web of marks. He remained convinced that

there would surely be someone in the martial arts world who believed they were the lucky one to connect to the heavens and glean crucial information from Guan Qi's traces.

However, these individuals would have to pay a hefty entrance fee to visit. However, as a "member" of the Misty Heaven Alliance, Wang Xiaoshi could visit at any time.

This undoubtedly

saved him money. A considerable amount.

The Sixth Saint Master of the Misty Heaven Alliance was certainly no ordinary figure in the martial arts world. He no longer needed to work as a handyman at the pharmacy to cover his living expenses in Bianjing City; he would have his own "tributes" of silver, freely available for anyone to use.

If that were the case, then Shi Qingruo's proclamation of the many benefits to Wang Xiaoshi was not wrong.

But there was a problem...

He looked across the "ruins" and met the gaze of a young man, also holding a sword. He sensed a sense of helplessness in his aloof and cold eyes.

He was a disciple of the Divine Marquisate, a cold-blooded constable serving at the Six Gates.

He had previously interacted with Shi Qingruo, regarding the marriage of the Saint Master of the Misty Heaven Alliance.

And this time, because Divine Marquis Zhuge had come to the Misty Heaven Alliance that day, Shi Qingruo had asked Wang Xiaoshi to extend the invitation. According to her, she owed the Divine Marquisate another favor, and naturally, she had to repay it.

If the Divine Marquisate didn't mind, why not let the cold-blooded constable visit them to learn the way of the sword?

Zhuge Shenhou had no reason to refuse.

He had been there when Guan Qi shattered the void, witnessing firsthand how Guan Qi regained consciousness through a confrontation with a master, entering a new realm of martial arts. He even lamented that his own disciple wasn't there at the time.

As soon as he received Shi Qingruo's invitation, he immediately packed up and sent Leng Xue to the Misty Heaven Alliance.

Unfortunately, there aren't many free meals in the world, not even the employee benefits Wang Xiaoshi received or the gracious invitation Leng Xue received.

From the moment they began constructing the outer perimeter of this "ruin," Wang Xiaoshi and Leng Xue would have to shoulder another responsibility:

maintaining order and security.

Meanwhile, they still had to do what their status dictated.

Wang Xiaoshi finally couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"Why are you sighing?"

Wang Xiaoshi's back stiffened, and he turned to meet Shi Qingruo's intrigued gaze.

He turned and bowed, "Madam Master."

Normally, Shi Qingruo had taken over the Misty Heaven Alliance and assumed the position of Seventh Saint Lord as its leader, so she should have enjoyed the same title as Guan Qi. However, the Misty Heaven Alliance was somewhat special. The other six people who served as the Seventh Saint Lord's guardians also used the title of Saint Lord. Simply calling her Saint Lord was somewhat unclear.

As for Guan Qi's "Seventh Master," it was even less suitable for Shi Qingruo.

In the end, the alliance agreed that if they met privately, they would still address her as "Madam Master." In public, they would address her as "Seventh Saint Lord."

However, the meaning of the title "Madam" was now very different from before.

Now she was no longer the wife of "Guan Qi," but the Madam Master of the Misty Heaven Alliance.

It was nearing the end of spring, and with the internal energy passed down from Guan Qi at her disposal, her clothing was no longer as heavy as before. Since she was only in her early twenties, her casual stroll now exuded a certain carefree elegance, the carefree grace of a leisurely spring day. However, with the title of "Master's Wife," no one in the alliance dared to offend her.

Especially not Wang Xiaoshi, whom she had personally recruited into the alliance.

At most... at most, she wanted to argue her case.

"I was just thinking, given the large membership of the Misty Heaven Alliance, shouldn't we select more capable individuals?" Wang Xiaoshi replied respectfully.

During the day, he was responsible for training a group of the alliance's elite warriors, so that Shi Qingruo could quickly escape the situation of relying on the support of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Rain Tower. At night, he would meditate on the sword while taking turns with Leng Xue on patrol to prevent outsiders from intruding. It was even more tiring than his previous duties at the Medicine Temple. This was a bit inappropriate!

Shi Qingruo seemed lost in thought. "But when Luo Shuishui, one of the Seven Absolute Swords, unexpectedly appeared that day, colluding with Bai Choufei, there's no guarantee his fellow apprentices, the other six members of the Seven Absolute Swords, wouldn't come looking for us. What if they were the lucky few who could discern the sword art passed down by Seventh Brother, using it to greatly enhance their strength and become enemies of our Mitian Alliance? Wouldn't that be nurturing a tiger for nothing?"

Before Wang Xiaoshi could reply, Shi Qingruo continued, "Or perhaps the newcomers aren't our Mitian Alliance's formidable opponents, but rather experts in the martial arts world, trespassing to avoid paying the training fees. Without reliable personnel to guard them, the Alliance will suffer a loss of revenue. Little Stone, you know the Mitian Alliance is a vast and powerful organization, and now without Seventh Brother at the helm, we simply can't afford such an oversight."

A hint of worry crossed her eyes as she spoke, as if she were genuinely concerned.

Perhaps her words still hinted at a lingering longing for Guan Qi.

Wang Xiaoshi pinched himself in the dark, managing to maintain his composure.

Outsiders might not know, but how could he, a man who had already done so much within the Misty Heaven Alliance, not know? It wasn't hard to tell whether Shi Qingruo was truly dependent on Guan Qi, or whether she harbored those sentimental feelings.

However, he glanced at Leng Xue in the distance and realized that this eccentric detective, who had been tricked by Madam Shi into becoming his bodyguard once before, had now been duped by her rhetoric.

Wang Xiaoshi took a deep breath and was about to speak when he heard Shi Qingruo suppress the sadness on her face and said, "If you must say it, there is another reason why I asked you to stay here."

"I heard from Xiaoyao that there are a lot of information about you recorded in the white building of Jinfengxiyu Tower. One of them says that you have been in love since you were eight years old, and you have been heartbroken fifteen times so far..."

"You have good character and appearance, and you are also a disciple of Zizai Sect. Although you have less money in your pocket, it shouldn't be to this extent. I've thought about it and think there is only one explanation. Maybe you don't give people a sense of security and responsibility enough."

Shi Qingruo said earnestly: "Nowadays, those who are capable should do more work, and this is exactly how we want to train you."

Wang Xiaoshi's silence was deafening: "..."

But he was silent, and an even louder laughter broke out above his head.

Shi Qingruo looked up and saw Lu Xiaofeng laughing and jumping down from the tree, clutching his stomach. "Madam Shi, your revelations and explanations are rather...hahahahahaha."

"Untenable?" Shi Qingruo raised an eyebrow, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng immediately looked up and pleaded, "No, no, no, that's exactly what you said. It makes a lot of sense."

"It seems you have something to ask of me." Shi Qingruo chuckled, offering a more precise comment on Lu Xiaofeng's change of heart.

Lu Xiaofeng straightened his face, "There is indeed something I want to ask Madam Shi for a favor."

"Tell me about it." Shi Qingruo temporarily let Wang Xiaoshi go.

Lu Xiaofeng said, "I have friends all over the world, but there are not many who can be called close friends. Madam Shi, you must have heard of one of them. It's Ximen Chuxue of Wanmei Villa."

Shi Qingruo nodded, "Of course I have heard of the Sword God."

Not only that, but when she first planned to operate the place where Guan Qi Shattered the Void as a tourist attraction, she had already regarded Ximen Chuxue as a fat sheep to be slaughtered. How could she forget his name?

Lu Xiaofeng said shamelessly, "I'm staying temporarily as a guest of the Misty Heaven Alliance. I'd like to invite him here, too. Madam Shi, would you mind?"

Shi Qingruo smiled, "The Misty Heaven Alliance isn't a forbidden place for outsiders. Since you're a friend, Lu Xiaofeng, we can't possibly refuse you entry. Besides, I already owe you a lot of favors, Master Lu. I previously troubled you and Sikong Zhaixing to break into the Shentong Marquis's mansion to rescue someone, and I also asked you to stop Wen Xue'an from disrupting things for me. I have to repay you."

Wang Xiaoshi glanced at her suspiciously, feeling that with her temperament, she wouldn't be so easygoing.

He couldn't really blame him for overthinking things. If it were him, holding the helm of the Misty Heaven Alliance and occupying the crucial city of Bianjing, he'd always have to consider his own people.

Call it selfishness, it's simply the way gangs survive. It's not like he'd just push money away.

Lu Xiaofeng hadn't noticed the strange expression on Wang Xiaoshi's face. Upon hearing Shi Qingruo's reply, he was immediately overjoyed: "Then I..."

"Wait a minute," Shi Qingruo suddenly interrupted, "I have something else to say."

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned. "What are you trying to say, Madam Shi?"

Shi Qingruo said, "Friends don't have to be so calculating. If Lu Xiaofeng has any requests, the Misty Heaven Alliance will do its utmost to help. But, Lu Xiaofeng, do you really want to transfer the favor between you and me to Ximen Chuxue?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

He couldn't help but feel that Shi Qingruo's explanation wasn't quite right. To call his invitation to Ximen Chuxue a "favor" transfer was sheer heresy.

Yet, as Shi Qingruo spoke these words, his silhouette was reflected in the bright light flowing in her eyes, as if she were gazing at him intently and sincerely.

Under such a gaze, who could say "no"?

It seemed that he really didn't need to use this favor to save money for Ximen Chuxue.

After all, Ximen Chuxue had many businesses, but he didn't like extravagance. He only went out four times a year, so he should be able to afford the money. In order to prevent Ximen Chuxue from living far away in Yanbei and not knowing about the recent major events in Bianjing City, he sent a letter to inform him, which was considered a good friend.

"Mr. Lu..."

Wang Xiaoshi silently pulled the corner of his mouth, and seeing that Lu Xiaofeng was lost in thought, he reached out and pushed him.

Lu Xiaofeng came back to his senses, but found that while he was struggling with his conscience and thinking hard, Shi Qingruo had disappeared in front of him.

In this sword path ruins, apart from the members of the Mi Tian League who were on routine duty, only Wang Xiaoshi and Leng Xue were still here.

Seeing the silence in Wang Xiaoshi's eyes, Lu Xiaofeng immediately straightened his expression and suppressed the sudden surge of anger. "Where's Madam Shi?"

Wang Xiaoshi replied, "Master Su came to visit, but she's gone to entertain guests."

He muttered inwardly, wondering if it was because Guan Qi had escaped the mundane world and left this place that those who had previously harbored a fondness for Madam Shi were becoming even more open about it.

But if he remembered correctly, the master thief who had risked his life for Madam Shi seemed to be Lu Xiaofeng's... friend? Quite interesting.

As for today's other visitor...

Wang Xiaoshi's frequent heartbreaks didn't mean he didn't understand a principle.

Given Su Mengzhen's status as the Master of Jinfeng Xiyu Tower, his decision to come to the Mitian Alliance might have already signaled a certain attitude.

...

Su Mengzhen's previous visit to the Mitian Alliance was merely an invitation to watch the Mitian Alliance's competition. Most discussions of plans should be kept outside the Mitian Alliance and Jinfeng Xiyu Tower.

This would be a more appropriate approach for the cooperation between the two factions.

The Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower and the Mysterious Heaven Alliance operated on different strategies, and their leaders should have treaded a fine line in their interactions. Neither excessive closeness nor excessive distance was appropriate.

Yet, today, Su Mengzhen had arrived in person, appearing before Shi Qingruo.

When Shi Qingruo received the news and approached the study specially prepared for her by the Mysterious Heaven Alliance, she saw Su Mengzhen standing in the hall with his hands behind his back, gazing at the couplet within.

No, calling it a couplet isn't quite right; calling it a poem is far more appropriate.

"The lamp lights up with the sun's fire, the dust disperses like a carp wind... Madam Shi, do you like the poem of Emperor Jianwen of the Southern Liang?"

Hearing footsteps behind her, Su Mengzhen turned and asked, referring to this particular line.

Shi Qingruo denied it, "That's both true and false. Rather than saying I like his poem, it's more like liking this line. Since worldly troubles will eventually pass, isn't it a form of hope placed in the study?"

"It's still a bit melancholy after all," Su Mengzhen commented.

She took a quick look at him and saw that he was still dressed in the same heavy clothes as a few days ago, but his face didn't look as sickly as it had during his recent frequent attacks. She knew that he hadn't come to her before, probably because he had to deal with the impact of the fall of the Shentong Marquis Mansion and suppress his illness.

But he probably hadn't rested for long, as he was already standing before her.

For the owner of Jinfengxiyu Tower, time seemed to be a real luxury.

Shi Qingruo sighed silently. "Master Su, if you have something to ask, please come. Since you've come here in person, and not with a message, it must be something serious."

She raised her hand to gesture for him to take a seat and dismissed the Misty Heaven Alliance guards surrounding the study. Seeing that Su Mengzhen's eyes were still cold and sharp, yet he didn't speak immediately, she couldn't help but smile. "Are you trying to ask me another presumptuous question?"

"It's not presumptuous," Su Mengzhen said with exceptional conviction, and the rest of the sentence was also very resolute. "I must ask."

That day, inspired by that troubling dream, that subconscious question had indeed been presumptuous, but today was different.

He had specially set aside his affairs to visit the Misty Heaven Alliance, and naturally, he wanted an answer.

"I have a question for you, my lady," he said, gazing deeply into the eyes of the beautiful woman across from him. "Why do you know the Red Sleeve Blade?"

The earnestness of his tone was obvious, even to those unfamiliar with him. He wasn't expecting a perfunctory answer.

Shi Qingruo was a smart person, and she wouldn't have mistaken this.

But she knew Su Mengzhen better than anyone else, and she could hear a softening signal in this sentence, or rather in his tone at the moment.

Otherwise, he could have adopted an even more aggressive attitude.

Shi Qingruo leaned back a little more, and this increasingly relaxed sitting posture made Su Mengzhen feel a flash of helplessness, feeling that Shi Qingruo had clearly understood his current mood.

"If I say that I have seen Lord Su draw his sword to confront Lei Sun and have seen through the Red Sleeve Knife, you will definitely not believe it. But you will also most likely not believe what I say afterwards. But no matter what, I hope this will not affect the current relationship between Jinfengxiyu Tower and Mitian League." "

Of course." Su Mengzhen nodded in response.

Shi Qingruo smiled. "Do you believe in learning swordsmanship in dreams? Luo Shuishui, who died in the Misty Sky Alliance that day, was nicknamed the Sword in the Dream. He claimed to have grasped the true meaning of the sword path and could improve his swordsmanship and internal cultivation even in his dreams, hence the name. However, the swordsmanship I'm talking about in dreams is different."

She explained slowly, "Years ago, I had a fortuitous encounter that allowed me to experience several different lives in my dreams. The martial arts I learned can be used after waking up. However, my meridians were weak before, so I only knew the essentials of the moves but had difficulty practicing them. Perhaps, the Red Sleeves Sword Move was what Master Su left for me to learn in my dream."

Su Mengzhen frowned, hunching that Shi Qingruo's words were at best half-truths, or at least mostly untrue. But dreams are the most mysterious of things, and even if he had doubts, he had no evidence...

"Could it be that Master Su is forcing me to be his disciple just because I know the Red Sleeves Blade Technique?"

Su Mengzhen was shocked by this, barely suppressing the cough that raged in his lungs. He covered his lips to swallow the recurring pain before hastily replying, "Madam, you're worrying too much. I have no such intention."

He came to seek clarification, not to accept a disciple.

The Master of Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower forcing the Seven Saints of the Misty Heaven Alliance to be his disciples sounded like he was taking advantage, perhaps even trying to annex the gang. He wasn't that shameless!

Shi Qingruo asked again, "Could it be that my knowledge of the Red Sleeves Blade Technique has affected Master Su's judgment of me and his assessment of the situation? If so, don't blame me for taking advantage and trying to extract some benefits from Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower."

Su Mengzhen was at a loss for words: "Of course not."

He just... just after Shi Qingruo's strike, he tossed and turned that night and had a new dream.

Outside the dream, Shi Qingruo had just taken over the Misty Heaven Alliance. Though she ostensibly maintained it for Guan Qi, the Void Shatterer, it was clear from her expression that she possessed a powerful and determined spirit. Yet, in the dream, he saw a pair of slightly sad eyes, and a question that nearly took his breath away.

"If we share the same ideals, why did you leave first?"

He had an almost instinctive intuition that this departure wasn't a separation, but rather...

a sign that fate hadn't granted him such a long list of miracles.

The piercing pain made him wonder for a moment whether his admiration for the person before him was influenced by these subtle factors.

But he had always been a resilient person; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to withstand the torment of this illness. And he could say with absolute certainty that he clearly distinguished between the person in his dream and the one before him.

His mind raced, and Shi Qingruo's increasingly radiant expression brought him out of his reverie.

Shi Qingruo said: "There are always some things in this world that cannot be explained. At least among the leaders of various forces in Bianjing City, I trust you the most, Su Mengzhen. That's enough, isn't it?"

Su Mengzhen asked: "Because of my character?"

Shi Qingruo shook her head slightly: "Perhaps also because, Master Su can understand me."

Su Mengzhen's gaze shifted to the side for a moment because of this sentence.

It seemed that the sparks in his eyes trembled because of this overly straightforward statement, and it seemed as if it was only confirming this statement. Because he was looking at the inscription in the study.

The lamp lights up the sun and the fire, and the dust disperses like a carp wind.

This is both hope and a warning. He understood.

Although Lei Sun had been eliminated, Di Feijing was being pursued with all her might, Lei Chun had become Guan Chun and was in her control, Fang Yingkan was dead, and many of the retainers in the Marquis of Shentong's mansion had either defected or been purged by the Six Gates. However, maintaining lasting peace in Bianjing and even the Central Plains required many hidden dangers across Shenzhou.

Let's focus on the present.

The author of this poem failed to curb the ruthless ambitions of his ministers, ultimately leading to the Hou Jing Rebellion and his own death, a victim of his ministers' deceitful behavior. So, what was happening in Bianjing today?

...

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you listening?"

The young man at the head of the table was startled awake by the cry of "Ah!", but

he still lunged forward before regaining his balance. The brush he had previously held was now pressed directly onto the paper before him, leaving a large smear of ink and a look of heartache on his face.

Then, belatedly, he realized that there was someone standing in front of him. He cleared his throat and asked calmly, "What did Prime Minister Fu say just now? I was thinking about something else and didn't hear you clearly." This

young man, or perhaps a teenager would be more appropriate, still had a hint of childishness on his face. However, the bright yellow dragon robe he wore gave him a more dignified and solemn look.

But compared to the middle-aged man in front of him, with his purple-eyed, square face and long beard, he looked childish indeed.

Fu Zongshu, whom he called Prime Minister, took a deep breath and suppressed his anger that the emperor fell asleep while listening to his words. "I said, in the case of Fang Juxia, Fang Yingkan colluded with foreign enemies and deserved to die, but Mi Youqiao was a royal tribute and cannot be dealt with just according to the rules of martial arts. Zhuge Shenhou was there at the time and tried to stop him, but the Mi Tian League still ignored the law and attacked him, and even made many rebellious remarks. This matter must be dealt with."

The young man squeezed the pen in his hand and asked seriously, "But the person who killed Eunuch Mi, didn't he break through the void and go away? Could it be that Prime Minister Fu's Pipa magic skills have made his face invulnerable to swords and spears, so that he can smash through the void and capture the prisoner? "Has it been done? Or perhaps your master has advanced his martial arts to a new level and is willing to do it for you?"

Fu Zongshu choked and said in a high voice, "Your Majesty, you know that's not what I meant. I'm saying that the Misty Heaven Alliance has expanded, but the many desperate criminals it previously accommodated remain undeterred, and they appear to be flouting the law. They should be handled with caution."

The young man lowered his head, pursing his lips at an angle Fu Zongshu couldn't see. When he looked up, his expression was submissive and docile. "Yes, yes, that's true. If anyone were to cause trouble outside, it would still be difficult for the Ministry of Justice and the Six Gates."

He couldn't help but curse inwardly. Hadn't Fu Zongshu been so preoccupied with family matters lately? How could he even have time to express his opinion? These people in the martial arts world are so incompetent.

If this bastard didn't have the late emperor's decree to entrust his son to him, the golden medal of immunity from death, and a master named Yuan Shisanxian, he would have found a way to kill him long ago.

He's so annoying.

Seeing Fu Zongshu withdraw with satisfaction at his request, "Please, Prime Minister, draw up some rules to discipline the Bianjing gangs," the young man quickly picked up his brush, dipped it in purple ink, and smeared the turtle's head before him, then put the brush down with a snap.

The guard commander Yin Xian's eyelids twitched as he watched. Suddenly, the young emperor shouted, "Come! Accompany me out of the palace on a private visit."

Yin Xian was startled: "Huh?"

"What? Bianjing has lost two forces recently, and it's much more stable than before. Going out for a walk won't hurt." The young emperor grabbed his sleeve and said, "Just return to the palace before nightfall."

He had actually wanted to go out for a walk for a while, but Mi Youqiao was watching him, making him feel uncomfortable. Now that the old man had picked the wrong opponent and was killed, he was overjoyed.

Fu Zongshu also got an answer from him. He estimated he'd be back in two days to "discuss important matters." If not now, when else would he go out?

"Besides, I'm on a private visit in disguise. Who could possibly recognize me?"

the young emperor said with such conviction that it seemed plausible.

At least when he was among the recruiting crowd of the Misty Heaven Alliance, listening to the idle chatter of the jianghu people, no one had noticed anything unusual about his identity.

The man in front of him, patted on the shoulder by him, turned and saw a pleasant young man.

Except for one thing...

"You don't look like a frequent jianghu traveler, do you?" He couldn't help but ask after sizing him up.

The plain-clothed youth before him had a fair complexion and handsome features, the kind you'd throw fruit at if you walked down the street. Yet, he possessed no airs of arrogance. His smile was shimmering with dimples, and he looked bright and cheerful. It was his complexion and his expression, unconcealed by worry, that gave him the impression, at first glance, of a naive, uninitiated youth.

The young man nodded without hesitation. "You found out all this? My father always said that the martial arts world is dangerous and told me not to treat going out as an outing. But I was really curious about what happened recently, so I sneaked out."

The middle-aged man in front of him agreed deeply: "It's time to go out and broaden your horizons. Otherwise, you might as well be a scholar, not a member of the martial arts world. It just so happens that the Misty Heaven Alliance has a new Saint Leader and is short of people. If I happen to be chosen and given an important position, maybe I can have the opportunity to see the ruins of the previous Saint Leader's ascension and become the next legend of Shattered Void!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke. "I don't know what criteria the Misty Heaven Alliance plans to use for recruitment this time. I heard that the Seventh Saint Leader is personally in charge of this assessment and doesn't plan to judge the candidates based solely on martial arts."

The young man continued, "Doesn't that mean we need to know what the Seventh Saint Leader likes?"

"That's right." The man sighed, "But not many people in the capital have seen her in person. They only know that she is stunningly beautiful, intelligent, and has received the teachings of Guan Qi. I guess her martial arts skills are also extraordinary, but no one knows what her preferences are. What do you think?"

He laughed as soon as he asked this. "Why should I ask you? You said it yourself, you just ran away from home."

That really underestimated him.

He knew a lot.

The young man curled his lips and looked at the long queue. He felt that as far as the eye could see, all kinds of martial artists came into view. The seemingly orderly queue was also a mixed bag in his eyes.

Yin Xian also leaned close to his ear, "Sir, what do you think of the new Seventh Saint Master?"

The young man shook his head and sighed, "You are a beautiful woman, but what can you do..."

What can you do to follow a thief?

Fu Zongshu was indeed suspected of seeking revenge, but if the Misty Heaven Alliance continued to grow at its current level, even becoming the leading gang in the capital, it might one day spiral out of control, necessitating the imperial army's suppression.

Of course, this had nothing to do with him, the currently powerless emperor.

Just as he was thinking this, he heard a commotion up ahead.

The young man tiptoed, looking in the direction of the sound, and saw a white jade carriage approaching from the distance.

It stopped in front of the Misty Heaven Alliance's headquarters. A red-dressed girl jumped out first, opening her paper umbrella beneath the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, a figure in black and white slowly emerged from the carriage.

At that moment, a gentle spring breeze lifted the golden fringe and a wisp of her long, inky hair, causing her to turn her head, letting the wind carry her, creating a soft tinkling sound. Almost following the wind, she cast her gaze upon the long procession. Her gaze was as gentle as a dream, yet as bright as the sun at its peak.

Yin Xian was surprised by the sudden interruption of the voice. "What can I do?"

The young man stared blankly at the figure. After a long while, he finally replied, "What can I do...it is indeed a beautiful woman."