There was a stack of storybooks on the table.
Xie Xuanyi glanced at it, the cover of the storybook carefully illustrated with a beautiful Taoist nun holding a horsetail whisk, her expression cold and indifferent.
It was clearly distributed from the Imperial City.
"I'm sorry, I'm not very interested in this story..."
He looked outside the room and said indifferently, "Thank you for your efforts in preparing this, since you have something to say, why stand outside the door?"
Gently flicking his sleeve.
The door suddenly opened.
Outside stood a young woman in a deep bow, clad in white with black hair, somewhat intrusive to onlookers.
Of course, what made her appear most mysterious was the pure white mask that was revealed when she rose.
This woman wore a ghastly white mask, concealing her facial features. Judging by her figure alone, she was slender, yet paired with the mask, it inevitably bore a ghostly and sorrowful air.
