In a teahouse, a woman in pink with a face as lovely as peach and plum blossoms drank cup after cup of wine, clearly trying to drown her sorrows.
"Waiter, another pot," the woman slurred.
A cultivator could have forced the wine out of her body, but she did not. She simply let herself sink into a muddled, drunken haze.
Ten days. In all ten days, she had found no further clues.
For the first time, Feng Piaoxu hated herself so fiercely for her incompetence and uselessness. She felt she was not even as capable as a rogue cultivator.
In this state, she still dreamed of avenging her fellow disciples? Her lips twisted, and she could not help laughing aloud. How was she supposed to avenge them? She could not even find their killer!
But as she laughed, she began to cry, sobbing like a child in a way that left others helpless and heartsore.
At a table not far from Feng Piaoxu sat another female cultivator. Though she was not particularly beautiful, her features were delicate, especially those lovely peach-blossom eyes, which looked quite out of place on her face.
Su Jiu had ordered a pot of wine as well. Watching Feng Piaoxu nearby, she could not help letting out a quiet sigh.
With disciples like them, Su Jiu did not know whether the Heavenly Music Pavilion was fortunate or unfortunate. She drained her cup.
She silently counted the days. Those who were expected should be arriving soon.
Dressed in black and wearing a veiled bamboo hat, Lin Yue held an ancient zither in her arms and could not help looking up at the sky.
Even with the hat's veil obscuring her vision, she could still feel the warmth radiating from the sun above.
After spending so long among