October 30.
Li Fei and his group arrived in Gan Province aboard a flying ship.
The Red Dust Pavilion's base was located outside the Provincial City of Gan Province. Shen Tu Yue led her people straight inside.
Soon, she took Li Fei and Ning Qingman to the pavilion in the very center of the base.
"My master is waiting for you two upstairs."
After bringing them to the sixth floor, Shen Tu Yue stopped.
Li Fei and Ning Qingman climbed to the seventh floor, passed through the corridor, and entered an ancient, elegant room.
Twelve sandalwood screens stood around the room, with a tea table made of pale-red wood in the middle.
A woman sat before the tea table, brewing tea.
A moon-white, cloud-patterned, bamboo-green silk dress wrapped around her. A veil covered her face, as though thin ice that had just begun to melt floated atop a frigid pool, revealing the hazy outline of distant mountain brows.
At first glance, Li Fei seemed to see a green pine half-hidden among the dense mist of distant mountains.
When he tried to look more closely, it was like trying to see flowers through fog. He could sense nothing at all. There was actually no one before him?
He did not look any longer and took the initiative to cup his hands in greeting.
"Greetings, Pavilion Master Wen."
"Jing'an, Marquis, there's no need to be so formal."
Her voice drifted into their ears, distant and ethereal.
Ning Qingman was much more casual than Li Fei. Smiling, she walked into the room.
"Sister Wen, it's been a long time."
"Qingman, and Marquis Jing'an, please sit."
The two walked to the tea table and sat down before Wen Xuexian.
"Please have some tea."
The female Martial Saint personally poured tea for them.
"Thank you."