The long night had not yet ended, and the moonlight was like a flowing ribbon.
Ancient trees twisted grotesquely, and the clouds were dense with mist.
Zhu Fenxiang quietly snuck into the Bluestone Cave Mansion for a secret meeting with Ning Zhuo.
This night, Zhu Fenxiang was dressed in a mystic Daoist robe, holding a purple copper incense burner. Three sticks of incense were inserted in the burner, with three strands of blue smoke enveloping her entirely, hiding her appearance and only revealing her graceful figure.
Ning Zhuo was puzzled.
By common reasoning, he and Zhu Fenxiang should have had minimal contact, trying to reduce the number of meetings as much as possible. The more secretive their relationship was, the more advantageous it was.
Zhu Fenxiang acted decisively, "Daoist Fellow Ning Zhuo, let's skip the chit-chat and go inside first to talk."
Ning Zhuo nodded, "Okay." He then led her into the cultivation room.
