The sixteen men in black court attire stood silently, like sculptures that could stand thousands of years of erosion by the wind. Standing next to the mysterious black carriage that was akin to eternal night was an old man with a peaceful expression. He bowed respectfully, showing his impeccable manners.  

The woman, who seemed to come from endless darkness, came over to stand in front of Lin Xun. She suddenly stretched out her hand and lifted up Xia Zhi’s little hand while she studied Xia Zhi’s stunningly beautiful face with her ocean-like blue eyes. After a long moment, the corners of her lips curved upwards in a satisfied grin.

Xia Zhi stood motionless and just stared at the woman standing before her. But there was undisguised vigilance in her dark crescent-shaped eyes. 

She had already felt a hint of fretfulness since yesterday, and that feeling only intensified as time passed. Today, she finally understood the source of her fretfulness when she saw the woman and she knew it had nothing to do with Lin Xun. 

“You...