The place where Xu Xian lived was called Osmanthus Alley. Every Month of Frosty Autumn, golden osmanthus flowers bloomed, their fresh, elegant fragrance drifting through the air. When the breeze came, the blossoms fell like snowflakes, landing on the ground and in the river, then gradually flowing away with the current.
That night, after going to Luoxue Tower and learning that the White-robed Fairy was merely a qin player, Xu Xian inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. He also took the opportunity to learn that the beauty was called Miss Bai. Her qin music was utterly spellbinding; he had heard that scholars and literary men living in other countries came from afar just to hear her.
There were even disciples of powerful sects who were rarely seen in ordinary days. With a light leap, they could jump several meters into the air. It was said that upon reaching a certain formidable realm, they could even fly through the skies. To ordinary people, such things were beyond even the boldest dreams, far too distant.
Several days had passed since his encounter with Miss Bai. Xu Xian went to Luoxue Tower every night. Fortunately, the warmhearted black-clothed youth had given him a membership card, so he no longer had to sneak in as he had the first time. He still only looked around, though, because he simply could not afford anything inside.
The fairy was not some peerlessly aloof being untouched by mortal dust. Xu Xian had personally witnessed Miss Bai brutally beating people who spoke foul words on many occasions. No matter who they were—ordinary people with extraordinary backgrounds or cultivators with terrifying realms—their endings were no different. Every one of them received a vicious beating.
Even after leaving in disgrace while hurling threats, Miss Bai continued playing her qin as