In the bloom of his youth, the man, lost in memories, descended the steps with deep emotion.
Perhaps because he had moved too hastily, the man accidentally kicked over the small potted plant beneath the steps.
The crash rang out abruptly in the night. The lingering, sorrowful melody vanished without a trace like a startled white rabbit.
The dancing woman merely glanced this way before turning and disappearing into the night.
The beauty was gone from the tower.
Lu Cheng opened his mouth, feeling utterly lost and somewhat vexed.
"Esteemed Envoy Lu!"
Hearing the voice, Lu Cheng furrowed his brows slightly and glanced back. Several men in gray robes were hurrying over. They walked with alluring postures, had soft physiques, and possessed delicate, effeminate features.
Strictly speaking, these were not men in the true sense of the word. To ensure that the various furnaces in this branch were exposed to as little of other men's aura as possible, the branch had always been extremely particular about its servants.
Even Lu Cheng himself generally avoided contact with them unless he intended to use them for himself.
"Does Esteemed Envoy Lu have any instructions?"
Lu Cheng looked at the servants and thought for a moment. "Do you know who the woman dancing upstairs just now was?"
"Reporting to you, Esteemed Envoy, she should be the newly arrived Miss Nan Yue." Though the servant was puzzled, he did not think too much of it. "The one playing the zither was Miss Lan Xin."
"Mm..." Lu Cheng nodded thoughtfully, then waved his hand. "You may leave."
"Yes..." The servants bowed and left cautiously. As for the flowerpot that had been kicked over, they could only return later to clean it up.
Lu Cheng savored the moonlight alone in the courtyard. Yet without that graceful