"Yes." The seven men responded in unison, then leaped and vanished into the vast, snowy landscape.
Seeing the men had gone into hiding, Han Yifeng glanced once more at his missing right arm, his expression instantly turning ugly. 'A single misstep brings eternal regret,' he thought. "I wonder if there's any way to reattach it."
Leaving this mutter behind, Han Yifeng flicked his sleeve and transformed into a streak of green light, disappearing from the town.
Inside a private room in the Celestial Fragrance Pavilion, on a bed made from a Red Simurgh Wood Couch, a young man was unconsciously murmuring softly. Beside him, a young woman dressed in a colorful Ni Chang gown frowned, watching the young man on the bed intently.
The young woman was none other than the Zither Maiden who had blocked Han Yifeng earlier, Qin Wu. However, she had now lost her air of cold, noble elegance. Her once-rosy face was now slightly pale.
