The Number of the Six Harmonies

By then, many people had stopped nearby. When the Man in hemp clothes finished speaking, they all whispered among themselves; some even pointed at Mr. Chong Yuan.

Lu Changwen was also rather astonished, but the young girl had already spoken first. "She is clearly a Daoist nun. How can she be Master's wife?"

A flash of greenish aura passed over the Man in hemp clothes' face. "I have some trivial matters to deal with. Wait for me a moment." His voice was gentle, utterly at odds with his rugged appearance. With that, he turned and walked toward the young girl.

Mr. Chong Yuan said nothing. After secretly shaking his head, he circled around the crowd and left. Lu Changwen followed after him in a few strides and was just about to ask something when a miserable scream rang out behind them, so shrill it pierced the eardrums.

Turning back, he saw the crowd scatter with a whoosh. The lovely young girl from before had already collapsed on the ground, her limbs twitching, sweat beading on her forehead. She was clearly in unbearable pain.

At that moment, a maid in a green dress rushed out from the crowd. Her features were delicate and her figure slight. She knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed to the Man in hemp clothes, yet he merely watched the Daoist nun who had turned back and stopped.

The maid cautiously looked at the Man in hemp clothes. Seeing so many eyes fixed on her, her pretty face flushed red. She bit her lower lip hard as tears streamed from her eyes. Then she suddenly heard the white-clad girl on the ground howl, "Master, this disciple... knows, knows she was wrong."

"Junior Sister, you are the kindest. Please, save me." Her voice trembled; she was plainly