The man glanced at Qing Ke and said gently, "You go back first."
His voice was gentle, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
Qing Ke was somewhat puzzled and wanted to ask why, but one of the two people following the man hurriedly pulled Qing Ke away, and the other one left as well.
The ground in front of the Holy Maiden Palace was covered with white pebbles.
It was afternoon, and the sunlight gently scattered on the ground, casting mottled shadows on the pebble road.
In front of the Holy Maiden Palace was a wide road, and opposite it was a flower field.
The Holy Maiden Palace was as large as a castle, and they stood at the castle's grand entrance, with no outsiders around.
"Ling'er," the man spoke, but didn't continue, as if he was deliberating what to say to her.
His call was so gentle that even Ling Yue, standing nearby, felt a bubbling jealousy.
To be honest, he had been with Xia Ji for many years, yet he didn't even know her name.
