Because of the Witch Ancestor, Ting Han was already feeling restless. When she heard the voice outside, she immediately snapped, "Get lost!"
The voice outside fell silent.
Just as Ting Han thought the people outside would leave, another woman's voice rang out. "Nameless Ancestor said that an ancient being might unsettle your mind, Senior Ting Han, so he specially sent us to bring you mahjong, which can help you relax."
"As long as you're willing to give it a try, the unease in your heart will gradually fade, and you'll find yourself again."
Hearing this, Ting Han finally looked toward the door. Hua Wuming had somehow predicted her current state in advance?
Though he seemed ordinary on the surface, hardly like an unparalleled expert, his strength and methods were probably anything but simple.
After a moment's thought, Ting Han went outside.
Seven women stood there, each with her own merits.
Their cultivation was inferior to hers, but facing a powerful expert like her, not one of them showed the slightest trace of fear.
None of them are ordinary, Ting Han thought. These women were clearly well-traveled and had seen the wider world.
That made sense. After all, they belonged to a sect with an Ancestor Grade Being presiding over it.
"What else did Hua Wuming say?" Ting Han's expression had returned to calm as she asked in an even voice.
"The Ancestor also said that if you don't find it satisfying enough, he can come play a couple of rounds with you once he's finished with his business." A woman in a purple palace gown spoke, her red lips curving upward.
"Not satisfying enough?" Ting Han said. "What is mahjong? Is he saying this thing will become an addiction for me?"
"That's what he meant." The woman in purple nodded.