The person who arrived was none other than Lin Xi, the Hall Master of the Immortal Music Palace of Cangwu Palace.
She stood there silently, like a solitary cold bamboo swaying in the breeze, her silver hair cascading freely behind her, and the cool night wind revealing her features amidst her hair.
Her cold eyes peered out faintly through her hair, appearing in a light shade of silver-gray, devoid of focus and lacking any reflection of the scene, exuding an aura of emptiness and chill.
She was naturally blind.
The night wind lingered, swirling dust around her clothes.
The sleeves of her clothing were excessively wide, and the silver-haired woman slightly raised her hand to press down the fluttering sleeve.
A corner of the phoenix wood zither in her arms was exposed, and faintly visible were the delicate silver strings, onto which hung transparent blood pearls like red gemstones, spiraling down mournfully.
