In the pavilion, the jade-green water meets the vast sky, sunlight pouring over the city.
Behind the rockery, a chill wind blows, murderous intent swirling in the air.
Feng Xuan raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from the corner of his eye, silently glancing at the back of his master. Clearly dressed in white, as pure as snow, he should exude immortal energy, yet he emanates an aura of killing intent, intimidating all who look upon him.
Speaking of which, since when did my master develop the habit of eavesdropping?!
All these years, I never noticed!
If he's going to listen, so be it, but every time he listens, he ends up radiating an alarming aura of killing intent...
And that Miss Shen, really! Doesn't do anything all day, just keeps thinking about luring away someone else's princess!
Even coming up with such a wicked idea as mountain bandits kidnapping! No wonder my master keeps emanating killing intent...
