Extreme Prefecture, Cangshan City.
A bright, embroidered shoe stepped lightly onto the desolate yellow bricks, the shoe wrapped around a delicate, petite ankle, and higher up, a slender and graceful leg.
With just the slightest shift, the owner of the embroidered shoe vanished from where she stood, ethereal and erratic, like a mountain goblin haunting wild folklore.
There were few enough people in the mountain city, and even fewer who could notice her; even if an occasional passerby swept a peripheral glance her way, they would only dazedly catch a glimpse of a grayish flame flash and vanish.
That was a gray cloak.
Just looking at the figure, one knew that the creature wrapped inside the cloak was a breathtaking beauty.
This creature arrived before a secluded courtyard, pushed the door open, and entered.
This was an ordinary little courtyard.
The courtyard faced south, and a youth in dark robes sat cross-legged within, quietly collecting his thoughts. Hearing the unmasked footsteps, he finally raised his head.
"Master."
Seeing the youth open his eyes, Hua Xiaomeng's legs went soft as she was about to collapse to the ground, bending over to embrace his thigh.
Su Qingyang raised a brow and stopped her:
"There is no need for such posturing. I called for you here, you should know why!"
Hua Xiaomeng smiled, leaning directly against him as she nodded and spoke softly:
"Is it about the master? Lovesickness Tower has basically been brought under control, leaving only a few stubborn thorns who refuse to submit. By now, the greatest assassin tower under heaven belongs entirely to Master."
When Su Qingyang spared her life back then, his original intention was to use her as bait to see if he could fish out that mysterious Master of Lovesickness Tower.
Who would have thought that