After a while, the outside became silent.
The man in black slightly opened the door and glanced outside.
"They've gone far away; I should leave too."
With that, he turned back and looked at Zhi'er: "Little girl, may we meet again."
Zhi'er looked up at him, nodded lightly.
The man in black then swiftly departed, disappearing like a gust of wind.
Zhi'er noticed that this person had extraordinary martial arts skills and could come and go freely in the Prince Li Zheng Mansion.
She couldn't help but be curious about his identity.
When she approached him earlier, although his face was covered by a mask, making it impossible to see his appearance.
But she could feel an aura of purple air above his head.
In this world, only two people could have such an aura.
One is the Saint Master, the other is the Emperor.
"Hmm hmm..." Song Qingrui gently struggled a little.
Zhi'er came to her senses and let go of her hand: "Are you okay?"
Song Qingrui's eyes still held a hint of fear.
