At the same time, in a certain mansion in Stone City, bright lights illuminated the premises.
A figure in black, wearing a ghost mask, entered the residence. Led by a maid, he arrived outside a pavilion.
The man in black removed the ghost mask from his face, revealing an elderly visage. This was the same black-clothed elder who had appeared on the mountain path before.
In the center of the pavilion sat a young woman in a pink dress. Her skin was like snow, and her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall. She was veiled, allowing only a pair of charming eyes that seemed filled with autumn water to be seen. An ancient zither rested before her, her jade-like fingers plucking at the strings, playing a soft and beautiful melody.
The black-clothed elder waited quietly outside the pavilion, not daring to disturb the woman's refined enjoyment.
When the melody ended, its notes lingered in the air.
"Lord Xia."
The black-clothed elder hurriedly stepped forward, his attitude respectful.
