Guardian Hua watched his master's retreating figure and the furious Ling Feng. He shook his head and thought to himself: "Young Master Ling has never won against my master! How pitiful..."
However, he didn't want to stay and be a target for Young Master Ling to vent on. Quickly vanishing was the best choice...
In another part of Han Garden, Di Minghan stood under a huge cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, looking into the distance, lost in thought...
Before long, the air behind him shimmered slightly, revealing a woman in black clothes. She wore a black robe with purple patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, a dark purple belt around her slender waist sculpting her figure...
The woman had fair skin, her features finely chiseled, as if meticulously crafted. Her flawless snowy skin and the natural cold temperament made her appear incredibly mysterious...
"Master, you called for me?" The woman looked at Di Minghan's figure and respectfully lowered her eyes.
