He smiled gently, like the soft light blooming in the spring, without the slightest oppression, or a hint of danger, not only did Han Jing feel puzzled, even Su Yu felt a slight doubt.
The journey here had indeed been arduous, so they were prepared for the possibility of encountering an eccentric, elderly, perhaps morose, reclusive master living here. Yet, the person before them, warm and gentle as jade, bore not the faintest resemblance to their expectations.
Han Jing found it even more unbelievable.
"Are you the master of this place?" However, having come this far, Han Jing felt that regardless of who the other party was, they needed to get to the bottom of things.
They had come to find people, Yun Qingyao, missing for many years, and Yun Feng and An Chuxue, who had been missing for more than two months; the most likely place for them to have disappeared was here.
