Phoenix is her most prized creation, and she absolutely will not allow such a thing to happen.
"Miss, wait up!"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind. Bai Hui did not turn around; she was already over fifty years old, and the words "Miss" obviously weren't meant for her.
But as she took a few steps forward, the voice became increasingly urgent, and quick footsteps approached.
"Miss, you dropped something!"
A short man ran ahead of her and handed her a handkerchief, saying, "Miss, you dropped your handkerchief..."
Bai Hui touched her waist and found that the handkerchief was indeed missing. The one the man was holding was hers; perhaps she had been too engrossed in thought, so much so that even as a Grandmaster, she didn't realize the handkerchief had fallen.
She glanced at the man. He wasn't tall, nor was he handsome—in fact, one might say he was ugly—but Bai Hui inexplicably felt a sense of goodwill towards him.
