Inside the small building, it was serene and quiet; the wooden door was kicked open, and the gentle blow of wind from the lake rushed in. Beyond the curtain was a simple little room, with only a few items like a meditation cushion, a wooden desk, a plain zither, and a bookshelf. In the center of the building was a copper lantern emitting a weak glow. A tall woman in plain clothes sat cross-legged on a cushion, just turning her head, her gaze as sharp as a sword.
"Hehehehe..."
Fang Xing saw this woman, the same Dragon Maiden Ao Zhen from the absurd encounter on the Thousand Currents Sea, and leaned against the door frame, chuckling.
"It's you?"
