A damp, cold sea breeze instantly swept through the entire room.
Yu Zhizhi thought she saw a black shadow. She slowly tightened her grip on her dress. The blurry silhouette looked like a snake.
A black snake.
It seemed to be in pain. Before Yu Zhizhi could even get a clear look at it, the black snake's figure slowly vanished.
The black snake was swallowed by the white mist.
The carved golden lotuses on the window were strikingly lifelike. The mist swirled, slowly gathering two meters from the bedside until it formed a human figure.
Yu Zhizhi saw him clearly.
"Duke…?"
The attendants who brought her here had said she was to see the City Lord. When she refused, they had resorted to force.
Yu Zhizhi thought of that black snake again...
'Could that be the City Lord of Silan City?'
'So, did the Duke just intervene?'
Yu Zhizhi suddenly thought of something. She raised her hands and touched the mask on her face.
The mask was still there.
