A Mu did not respond, and Luo Cheng did not ask further.
Back during the Outer Sect tournament, Luo Cheng had already felt eight or nine parts certain of the identity of the Lingyun Pavilion Master. Now, he was merely confirming it.
As it turns out, his speculation was correct!
The two walked through a flower garden, ahead lay a bamboo grove, with glimpses of a finely crafted pavilion hidden within.
At that moment, two figures emerged along the bamboo path, slowly approaching from a distance.
Seeing the newcomers, a flicker of strange emotion flashed across Luo Cheng's eyes.
It was a man and a woman.
The woman appeared to be sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a close-fitting red outfit, her features finely drawn, her figure graceful. Particularly striking were her exposed legs—long and supple like white jade—and her hair tied up neatly, exuding charm imbued with an air of heroism.
