The afternoon sun cast a thin layer, draping the Red Pavilion in a curtain of light, dazzling the eyes as if one were looking through colored glaze.
Yu Hongxiu, full of curiosity, took the Xuan paper handed over by the white-clad maid. She lazily leaned back in her chair, looking at the content Su Bei had written on it.
Then she suddenly sat bolt upright, her previous languor vanishing as her beautiful eyes widened in shock at the paper's contents.
The white-clad maid watched Yu Hongxiu's astonished face, gently covering her mouth with her hand to suppress a giggle.
She hadn't expected the Sect Master to have such an expression.
But it wasn't the Sect Master's fault; the maid believed that anyone who saw the paper's contents would react similarly.
With this thought, the maid's gaze drifted toward Su Bei, who was calmly sipping tea with his legs crossed, looking every bit like an Immortal.
Her admiration for Su Bei knew no bounds!
