Far down the Misty Long Street, mist curled and drifted.
A figure strolled over at an unhurried pace. He wore a scholar's robe, with handsome features, a square kerchief on his head, and a feather fan in hand, looking every bit like a refined young scholar from the mortal world.
As he appeared, the lanterns hanging beneath the eaves on both sides of the long street began to sway, their dim yellow light mottling like ripples of wavering water.
His aura was as bland as still water, without the slightest hint of imposing might.
Yet when they saw him approaching from afar, Wu Lingchong and the woman in the bamboo hat inexplicably felt a chill run through their hearts, their entire bodies growing uncomfortable.
It was an intense sense of danger born of instinct!
Su Yi lightly wiped the Foot Sword with his fingertips, his gaze profound.
This handsome scholar in a Confucian robe also made him sense a powerful threat.
This was far from simple.
There was no need to think about it. This man was a dangerous Great Enemy!
"Being on the Misty Long Street is like being trapped in a cage. But I did not come here to put the three of you to death."
From afar, the handsome scholar stopped, gently fanning himself as he spoke with a smile, looking relaxed and composed.
Su Yi said, "Then what did you come here for?"
The handsome scholar smiled and raised his hands in salute. "Grandmother has given her orders. She invites the three of you to Purple Moon Mountain for a talk. A feast has already been prepared there, and all that remains is for you three to attend."
Everyone was surprised.
Su Yi seemed thoughtful. "Who is this Grandmother you speak of?"
The handsome scholar said