Zheng Xiu: "?"
Bai Xiaosheng's plump, round figure skipped across the water, his Qinggong impressive. In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the forest.
Meanwhile, Dugu Xiang straightened his clothes, hoisted the Sword Box onto his back, and calmly walked to the gates of Hidden Sword Manor.
"My lords, you've come from so far. Please forgive me for this poor reception." The main gates were wide open, the inside brightly lit. Dugu Xiang gestured within, explaining apologetically, "As you can see, the manor was hit by a thief. We've lost several Armor Casting Manuals and a batch of high-grade tea. We've been searching for the culprit all night, which is why we've been slow to greet you."
Dugu Xiang cupped his fist in a salute, his bearing neither servile nor arrogant. His gaze was fixed on the sedan chair's tightly drawn, impenetrable curtains. Though they were shut, they gave Dugu Xiang a strange, unsettling feeling, as if something terrifying was hidden inside.
