As the voice faded away, the dense fog quickly dispersed. The man with feathered robes and crest disappeared. The boat was still on the lake, while Gu Changqing and Zhen Hui were beside Meng Qi, still harmonizing Qi-circulation and meditating. The boatman at the back was still paddling quickly with the help of wind that was like a sharp arrow.
Looking at the glistening lake, Meng Qi felt it was a dream and yet not a dream. It seemed that the man with feathered robes and crest was only in his dream. That man disappeared when he woke up, but the yellow talisman in his hands and the complex patterns on it were reminding him that someone had just been there. The mysterious man neither disturbed Gu Changqing and Zhen Hui, nor made Meng Qi vigilant.
With such strength, he was absolutely not an ordinary person!
"Which organization is he from... " Meng Qi frowned and quietly took the talisman in his arms. "It would be good to leave some leeway."
