A hand devoid of blood color, the bones clearly visible, gently grasped Lingfeng's hands, which were not very attractive, transforming into withered wood, emanating dense black evil energy.
"Lingfeng, think thrice before you act."
A low, unfamiliar male voice resounded clearly in her ears.
Lingfeng's figure slightly stalled and she slowly turned her head.
"It's you!"
Surprise flickered in her eyes, her voice filled with disbelief.
The man standing behind Lingfeng had his pitch-black hair scattered over his back, his exquisite icy face devoid of any emotion.
Lingfeng knew this man.
Several hundred years ago, when she went to the Capital City to be with the scholar, she had some contact with some high-ranking officials.
The man in front of her was a rising favourite of the emperor right in the court, through whom, in such a short time, the emperor's favor allowed him to become a powerful courtier.
