Hu Xiaotian inwardly cried out in alarm. Wen Ya, oh, Wen Ya, you really aren't dead. You actually came to this godforsaken backwater to hide underground and play ghost. You must be here for me today. He drew a deep breath. With matters having reached this point, escaping would certainly not be easy. Since Wen Ya had managed to drag him into this underground darkness in full view of everyone, her martial prowess had to surpass his by an unimaginable margin. Recalling the warriors who had died so mysteriously, Hu Xiaotian felt a chill of apprehension. After a brief hesitation, he continued along the path between the flowers toward the Stone Pavilion and chuckled. "Well, well, if it isn't Lady Wen!"
Wen Ya's flute music stopped abruptly. Her delicate brows knitted slightly, clearly displeased that Hu Xiaotian had interrupted her. She rose with the Jade Flute in her hand and fixed him with eyes as cold as an ancient, frigid pool. They almost seemed to give off an eerie blue light.
Her stare made Hu Xiaotian's hair stand on end. Those were not the eyes of a living person, but of a female ghost that had crawled out from underground. Beautiful though she was, looking at her sent a chill rising from the bottom of his heart. He summoned his courage and chuckled. "I thought you were dead. Who would have guessed you were hiding here, living so freely and happily?"
Wen Ya's voice carried no trace of emotion. "Hu Xiaotian, aren't you afraid?"
Hu Xiaotian kept walking toward her. "Why should I be afraid? I haven't done anything to wrong you."
His words stirred a flicker of murderous intent in Wen Ya's heart, but that killing intent immediately disturbed her inner calm. She bit her cherry-red lip, doing her