At once, Xu Taiping's clone carried the white crystal chrysanthemums toward an exquisitely elegant three-story building ahead.
After the clone left, Xu Taiping did not hurry away. Instead, he reined in his aura and concealed himself in that secluded spot, quietly listening for sounds outside the courtyard.
About the time it took to brew a cup of tea passed.
A sinister chill spread from the direction of the little building.
Xu Taiping cautiously glanced toward it.
At the entrance, a woman in red emerged with graceful steps. After silently looking at the bouquet of white crystal chrysanthemums in his clone's hands, she reached out with great gentleness and accepted it.
This woman in red was, of course, the Flying Jiangshi Girl inside the Listening Wind Tower.
Through his clone's eyes, Xu Taiping discovered that when the female flying jiangshi accepted the bouquet, an extraordinarily sweet smile actually appeared on her face, which had been paper-white and filled with venomous resentment.
Her eyes, previously indifferent and icy, were now as gentle as spring sunshine.
What female ghost was this? She was clearly an innocent young girl.
The Flying Jiangshi Girl cradled the white crystal chrysanthemums in her arms, then began tearing off their petals one by one, a smile lingering at the corners of her mouth.
Just then, Xu Taiping heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.
Those footsteps were exceedingly light, clearly employing a special movement technique as well. Without listening deliberately, he would not have heard them at all.
Without a doubt, it should have been the Ancient Yue Sword Sect disciples who had been waiting outside the courtyard coming in.
Xu Taiping immediately held his breath and placed the blade of Concealment Grass in his palm again. His figure vanished from the spot.
The Ancient Yue Sword Sect