Yan Ruzhuang was a little nervous. After entering the compartment, she looked left and right.
There were some spices placed in this small room. They smelled... a little familiar, but she could not recall where she had smelled them before.
There was smoke lingering, and there was also the statue of the three pure deities. It made her feel a little more at ease.
Master Mo in front of her…
Was not quite what she had imagined.
Her father always said that this Master Mo was a witch, so she could not help but think this person was either vulgar and philistine, or very good with her words. That was how she could coax Prince Ning Bei and the Li family to have flattered and respected her.
However, when she saw the rumored Master Mo, she thought she was very different from what she had imagined.
After all, this Master Mo was quite old, so she did not have the appearance of a beauty. However, she made people feel very comfortable looking at her.
