Meanwhile, Zhao Cheng was still standing there, brimming with smug satisfaction. Naturally, he noticed Guan Qinghan's gaze and secretly rejoiced, thinking he had caught her interest.
With a cold snort, a wisp of astral wind swept past, instantly lifting his hair.
"Young Master Zhao, what is this plan of yours? Are you suggesting we join forces and fight that fiend?"
"The Heavenly Sword Sect has deep reserves. Perhaps Young Master Zhao has a few secret treasures that happen to counter that fiend."
"Still, I think we should keep our heads. After all, that fiend is far too powerful. We must crush him in a single strike. Otherwise, once he reacts, we might all end up staying in Chang'an for good."
"..."
Everyone discussed it at once, offering suggestions while looking toward Zhao Cheng. Zhao Cheng kept them in suspense for a while.
Finally, he stopped playing the mystery and clapped his hands.
"Bring her in!"
At his command, a protector of the Heavenly Sword Sect led a woman into the courtyard beneath everyone's puzzled gazes.
The woman wore a thin robe, her dark hair cascading down as though she had stepped out of a painting.
A gust of wind slightly tousled the hair at her temples. Her eyes were so plaintive, so pitiful.
They made one unable to resist the urge to cherish her.
Only when the woman entered the Spring Breeze Pavilion did the young masters notice the pipa in her arms.
The pipa looked expensive, decorated with all manner of patterns that complemented the woman's clothes.
It added a few more touches of grace to her.
In an instant, everyone exchanged glances, the confusion in their eyes deepening.
"Who might this be?"
Someone asked cautiously, and Zhao Cheng answered with a light chuckle.
"Chu Lian'er!"
Just those three