Because he did not know the exact time Zhu Mei would set out, Song Wen had kept his heart in suspense while monitoring her, afraid that one moment of carelessness would make him miss the moment she left.
This unresolved waiting was the most torturous.
Time trickled by, each moment stretched unbearably long.
Finally, at noon on the third day.
All the messages Song Wen had sent Liu Mei that morning had vanished without a trace, yet he continued sending them tirelessly.
[Fairy, I miss you.]
This time, he finally received a reply.
[Wait for me. I will return to see you in five days at most.]
[All right. You must... return safely.] Song Wen was reluctant to part.
After sending this message, Song Wen received no further reply.
He stood before the window, his gaze fixed tightly on the gates of Hundred Fragrances Villa.
After the time it took to burn an incense stick.
Surrounded by three women, a black-robed figure emerged from the gates of Hundred Fragrances Villa.
The black-robed figure was shrouded from head to toe in a black cloak, with both appearance and aura concealed so thoroughly that not the slightest detail could be discerned.
"Shadow Void, can you sense the black-robed person's identity?" Song Wen asked in his sea of consciousness.
"No," Shadow Void replied. "That black cloak is no ordinary object. Even my divine sense cannot peer through it."
A flash of surprise crossed Song Wen's eyes.
Even Shadow Void's divine sense could not penetrate it?
It possessed the strength of the eighth rank.
Did that not mean this black cloak could prevent the scrutiny of Mahayana cultivators?
Song Wen's eyes secretly studied the black-robed figure.
He became increasingly convinced that the figure was Zhu Mei.
The build and manner of walking were highly