Cui Zhaoye stared in shock, the young girl standing before him possessed an upright posture, with a longsword strapped to her back, clothed in a neatly pressed white outfit, and standing silently with the poise of a fledgling crane.
Such temperament was often unique to the Taoist household. Cui Zhaoye didn't speak, staring intently at the mask before him — it depicted a pair of earnest, drooping almond-shaped eyes.
"Young Hero... what is your business with him?" Cui Zhaoye's eyes flickered.
"..."
Cui Zhaoye blinked.
"It's nothing, only that my master instructed me... after entering the capital, I should first pay my respects to Brother," the girl paused, "Yesterday, I visited Mr. Xu at the Xiwen Pavilion, and he said that Brother would attend the banquet at Huanlou with Miss Cui today, and that I could find him here."
