The Garden of Osmanthus was located in the Inner City.
It was an extremely tranquil residence, filled with osmanthus trees.
When Jiang Lan appeared, Ye Shiyin was inside her room, meditating and cultivating. Wisps of purple mist drifted around her, resembling one demonic shadow after another.
Her eyes were closed. She had an exquisite beauty, a jade-like nose, delicate features, and black hair that cascaded to her waist.
As she breathed in and out, her beautiful hair seemed to be lifted by a night wind, dancing ceaselessly behind her, yet it evoked the sense of a legion of demons in a chaotic frenzy.
Seeing Jiang Lan's arrival, she ceased her Cultivation Technique and opened her eyes. Her gaze was cold and indifferent.
"Song Youwei isn't here tonight?"
Jiang Lan asked casually. He hadn't sensed Song Youwei's aura when he came in.
"She said something came up with the Blood Immortal Sect, that they're plotting something," Ye Shiyin replied, just as casually.
