The wind blew across the treetops, producing a rustling sound, and the cold rain fell on the black lacquered flat-roofed boat shelter, landing in Miss Qing's heart.
She filtered out the sounds coming from the room, where Huang'Er was being lectured, and focused her attention on the conversation between Xu Chang'an and Li Zhibai upstairs.
Perhaps it was because it was not something to be kept from others, that Xu Chang'an and Li Zhibai's voices were unexpectedly clear, and even if it was an ordinary Flower Moon Building girl below instead of Miss Qing, she could still hear them clearly.
Miss Qing looked at the ripples on the lake, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
The Pill Master of Chaoyun was actually planning to take the Young Master as a disciple?
How could this be?
