The pure melodies of the zither carried a tinge of sadness.

Feiyun stared at the platform hidden in the fog with a fiery gaze. Waves surfaced in his mind after seeing the white figure. 

In this split second, her image appeared again. White-snow dress, a masterful display of the zither, and a slender figure dancing back and forth - truly intoxicating.

Shi Zhenxiang’s eyes flashed with desires. He laughed: “who would have thought that this tiny inn would have such a beautiful woman? Let’s see how pretty she is.”

He walked forward into the fog; his legs as big as bronze pillars. Each step made the ground tremble.

However, a purple figure stopped before him. It was Feiyun who raised his spear and threatened: “You are courting death for dishonoring her.”

He saw Nangong Hongyan’s image from...