Huo Xi's eyes narrowed, a deep glint flashing through their depths, while Pan San rolled his eyes speechlessly. Were they here to rob or put on an act of brotherly affection?
"Did I ever say I wanted to kill you?" A crisp and melodious voice of a young girl suddenly sounded under the night sky, piercing through the twilight darkness, ethereally transmitting over, with a distant serenity akin to a Brahma chant from the heavens, extraordinarily pleasant.
The crowd looked up, only to see a figure in silver-purple slowly emerge from the darkness. The young girl walked gracefully with the evening wind, her jade-like face gradually exposed before their eyes. Her skin was like congealed fat, eyes like stars, nose like precious jade, lips like cherries. From her slender figure emanated a sense of tranquil elegance and graceful beauty, while her delicate and charming brows carried an air of heroic spirit.
"Master." Pan San rejoiced.
