The wooden pavilion gave off a faint fragrance. Before Qin Fengming even entered, a strange sensation washed over him, leaving his whole body feeling clear and his spirits refreshed. It seemed that secluding himself here would make it easier to sense heaven and earth and comprehend the Great Dao.
He slowly climbed the steps, and the pavilion doors opened soundlessly, revealing a spacious hall within.
A female cultivator sat cross-legged on a wooden couch, her entire body shrouded in a thin mist. Her graceful figure seemed dreamlike and illusory, too indistinct to make out clearly.
"Fellow Daoist Fei, please come in and take a seat!" Her oriole-like voice rang out again, flowing like water and song, more refreshing to the heart than a secluded orchid in an empty valley.
Qin Fengming had never heard a female cultivator with such a beautiful voice. It carried no trace of murderous intent, nor the slightest discordant note. As pleasing as the tinkling of spring water, it set the heartstrings trembling.
Qin Fengming immersed himself in that voice, unwilling to emerge. It felt as though even opening his mouth would disturb the atmosphere and shatter this exquisite state of mind.
"Thank you, City Lord Mo!" A cool sensation suddenly surged through him, and Qin Fengming's gaze grew resolute. As he voiced his thanks, he stepped straight into the pavilion and seated himself unceremoniously in a wooden chair.
"Since I became the city lord of Black Liao City, Fellow Daoist Fei, you are the first male cultivator to enter this pavilion where I cultivate in seclusion." Once Qin Fengming sat down, the female cultivator's utterly calm voice sounded again.
Although her voice remained lovely, Qin Fengming abruptly sensed a chill in those words. Her implied meaning was undoubtedly that, if he accomplished nothing this time,