The great hall suddenly filled with the sound of music, someone was playing the qin.
Feng Yueya curiously lifted the layers of white gauze and saw the person playing the instrument.
Cloaked in black robes, he sat cross-legged on the ground, a qin resting on his knees as he focused intently on playing.
His face was covered by a white mask, obscuring any expression.
At the sight of him, Feng Yueya paused briefly.
Wasn't that Hei Luan?
How did she come across him?
The music abruptly ceased, and Hei Luan slowly opened his eyes. His dark, glistening eyes met hers without a trace of surprise.
It was as if he knew she would come.
"You've arrived," he said to her with a smile.
Feng Yueya looked around and noticed that the great hall was empty, almost devoid of anything.
There was only a pure white carpet under Hei Luan and a small square table set in the center of the carpet.
