The sky was a flawless wash of blue.
A flying ship dozens of zhang long hovered in midair.
"Fellow Daoist Gu Huang, who is this?" Rong Shao asked.
Seeing Song Wen board the flying ship with Yan Yuyan, he spoke up to inquire.
"Her name is Yan Yuyan, an old acquaintance of mine," Song Wen replied in an indifferent voice.
Rong Shao's brows suddenly furrowed.
He keenly sensed that beneath Song Wen's seemingly calm indifference lay an indescribable violence.
Yet this Baleful Intent was not directed at anyone around him. Rather, it resembled the grief and madness released by a wounded beast driven into a desperate corner.
At that moment, Song Wen continued.
"I'll have to trouble you to look after her for me."
"Also, set course for the Lin Clan in the Northern Region."
After saying this, Song Wen walked directly toward Zhu Mei, who stood not far away on the deck.
From the moment Song Wen and Yan Yuyan appeared, Zhu Mei's gaze had been assessing Yan Yuyan.
Yan Yuyan possessed a unique air about her.
Sharp and murderous, yet drifting and untouched by worldly dust.
Few women in the world possessed such a temperament.
Zhu Mei had come from the pleasure quarters and excelled at portraying every kind of woman in the world, but no matter how she tried to imitate Yan Yuyan's bearing, she could not reproduce it.
It was something honed by a sword cultivator amid countless killings.
A thought immediately flashed through Zhu Mei's mind—
Could Gu Huang have taken a fancy to this woman?
A trace of resentment immediately arose in Zhu Mei's heart.
She knew perfectly well why Gu Huang had kept her at his side: nothing more than matters between a man and a woman.
She did not resent it in