Brilliance

Suddenly, Duàn Yì, who had been lying down, sat upright. He signaled Qin Xin not to speak for the moment and looked toward the tightly shut vermilion gates of the courtyard, where footsteps could be heard.

After about five or six seconds, someone knocked the beast-head door knocker outside. The sound was not loud—three taps, da da da—then there was no further knock.

Clearly, the person outside also possessed deep Internal Energy and exceptionally sharp hearing. He had detected one person breathing within the courtyard. As for Duàn Yì, his cultivation was profound and his qigong exquisite; even standing face-to-face with him, some people likely would not be able to detect the intervals between his breaths.

Qin Xin rose, graceful as drifting smoke and supple as a willow. Her perfectly tailored clothes displayed her figure to perfection.

She removed the wooden bolt and opened the door. After a creak, Qin Xin saw Yan Yunxiao standing outside, his expression calm and impossible to read. He still wore those mysterious black clothes, his long hair neatly arranged, and an iron mask hung at his waist, its fangs bared in a rather frightening sight.

Qin Xin smiled and generously gave Yan Yunxiao a salute. After all, he was an elder. Then she welcomed him into the courtyard.

She herself did not linger, turning to return to the room and shutting the door tightly behind her.

Yan Yunxiao's gaze swept over Duàn Yì, who had already risen from the wicker chair. Duàn Yì's aura had become even more obscure, leaving Yan Yunxiao deeply puzzled.

How had such a beautiful woman, with such a bright future and such intelligence and virtue, become as though possessed, utterly devoted to Duàn Yì?

And then there was his own daughter. Yan Yunxiao had recently found time to secretly