Li Ping'an abruptly rose to his feet.
"Old Ox, take good care of Fairy!"
"Moo~"
Little Girl had been drinking tea with her head lowered. At those words, she immediately looked up.
Huh?
Li Ping'an darted out of the tea stall.
In the mere blink of an eye, he vanished from the spot.
Little Girl looked around, then suddenly reached out and tugged on Old Ox.
"Moo."
"Fairy wants to learn."
Learn what?
Little Girl gestured with her hands. "Disappearing with a 'whoosh' like that."
Old Ox lay lazily on the ground.
Nantong.
Originally, the nuo dances were supposed to end on the sixteenth of this month.
But for the emperor's southern tour,
they had been forcibly extended to the eighteenth.
And the Government Office had issued a last-minute notice: to leave His Majesty with a good impression,
all masks worn for the nuo dances had to be replaced with the standardized masks issued by the authorities.
All other masks, which varied in quality,
were to be destroyed and could not be worn.
The emperor's Treasure Ship had already passed the river mouth.
By their reckoning, it would dock in less than four hours.
Zhao Ling'er wore a moon-white gown, with a sword at her waist.
Her figure was graceful, her face exquisitely beautiful.
The Ancient Sword at her waist gave her an air of being above the mortal world.
She was like a wisp of pale smoke, cool and aloof.
Unfathomable, impossible to look at directly.
Her dark brows curved like crescent moons, but their tips were now sharp as blades.
A barely concealed killing intent seeped through.
Several figures stood around Zhou, each with a different aura.
Some were keen as sharp swords, others wound about like gentle breezes...
They were all the strongest among the Several