The two walked one behind the other and soon arrived at a side hall.
"Pill Master Lin, True Disciple Bai is inside. Please forgive me, but I can only guide you this far. I cannot enter."
The yellow-robed cultivator stopped at the entrance, gestured for him to go inside, and explained with an apologetic smile.
"Yes! I shall take my leave!"
Seeing Lin Changheng give a slight nod, the man immediately excused himself as though granted a pardon and hurried away, almost fleeing.
He seemed afraid that staying even one second longer would put his life in danger.
Ignoring the yellow-robed cultivator, Lin Changheng stood at the entrance and looked into the hall.
The furnishings were simple yet stately, landscape screens hung along all four walls, and dark blue-green Dark Jade Bricks covered the floor.
A slender female cultivator stood at a table with her back to the entrance, her delicate hand raised slightly as she leafed through something.
She wore a pale lavender dress that reached her shoes, with a silver-thread sash around her waist, accentuating a figure as slender as bamboo.
Her black hair was loosely pinned up with a single green jade hairpin. A few stray locks fell beside her neck, swaying gently with her movements.
There was no one else.
She must be True Disciple Bai.
The thought stirred in Lin Changheng's mind.
Seemingly sensing his gaze behind her, the woman paused in her reading, then slowly turned around, revealing an exceptionally beautiful face.
Her brows resembled distant mountains, her eyes cold pools. Her lips were very pale, while a faint blush at the corners of her eyes, like rosy clouds reflected on snow, lent her features a touch of life.
"Since you have arrived, Fellow Daoist Lin, why not come in for a chat?" Bai