Aside from this, there was a mature beauty dressed in a light veil, with a fiery figure, revealing her long legs and large patches of snow-white skin. She held a jade flute in her hand, sitting by the window, her eyes affectionate yet somewhat forlorn as she looked at the young Daoist.
In the room against the wall, there was a swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and an ascetic with long hair, a necklace of white bone Buddhist beads around his neck.
At this time, the old beggar sitting in the corner couldn't help but shout, "I say, Black Wind Monster, you're scurrying around in such a hurry this time, even sending out the Black Wind Token to invite all of us here, surely you have a plan?"
"Why don't you just speak plainly, instead of beating around the bush?"
