Chapter 104: Meeting the Hall Master (2)

“I will be careful...” Yun Zui lowered her head.

She truly had no idea Ling Yuan had such a peculiar quirk.

Despite being bloodthirsty to the extreme, he still pretended to dislike the smell of blood—what a strange person!

The three of them hurried down the corridor, flanked on both sides by assassins dressed in sleek silver bodysuits. Each wore an expression of cold indifference, carrying an icy aura of deadly intent that sent chills down one’s spine.

The scene was as grandiose as if the emperor himself were arriving, yet Yun Zui felt it was nothing extraordinary.

Back in the modern era, the leader of their organization had an even more solemn and awe-inspiring presence.

Neatly tailored black suits, each man wearing black sunglasses, and machine guns slung over their shoulders—this ancient setting was a far cry from that!

Though Yun Zui kept her head still, her eyes darted rapidly, taking in her surroundings, counting the number of people, memorizing the layout.

This way, if she were captured, escaping would be much easier.

She recalled every passage along the way, how many steps between sentries, every guard post clearly in her mind.

Upon reaching the main hall’s entrance, the three knelt, awaiting summons from the hall master.

Since it was nighttime, if the hall master had already gone to bed, it meant they would be kneeling here through the night—or even longer.

Yun Zui felt speechless. Had she known, she wouldn’t have come—being forced to kneel like this!

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There was nothing to do but endure.

Time trickled by slowly, and only after some time were they finally called inside.

The main hall was eerily empty, save for a large circular bed at its center. Around the bed’s base were carvings of pure white jade in intricate patterns. Soft curtains fluttered gently around the bed, and through them, the figure of someone reclining could be faintly seen.

Yun Zui couldn’t help but wonder—is the hall master a woman?

If so, she deserved great respect.

To lead such a powerful organization in a male-dominated era was truly worthy of Yun Zui’s admiration.

The surroundings were stark and bare, with only the round bed dominating the space. Lotus patterns were carved around its edge, as if it were a blooming lotus flower.

The lotus, usually a symbol of purity, now exuded an indescribable, mysterious aura—a strange, unsettling feeling.

As the curtains swayed, wind chimes tinkled softly, their sound crisp and melodious.

Women dressed in silver gowns, faces veiled with silver masks, stood silently nearby, as if no one else was present.

The stillness was terrifying.

Chi Mie was formidable, but this hall master of the Ling You Sect seemed even more imposing.

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Yun Zui silently stepped forward and knelt.

The silence persisted. Ling Yuan was probably asleep, yet Yun Zui felt a gaze piercing through the curtains, fixed upon her.

Her head was bowed low, her face covered by a veil—there was no way she could be recognized.

Besides, the distance was over ten meters!

So Yun Zui convinced herself it was just an illusion. After cursing Ling Yuan countless times in her heart for making them wait so long, a languid, melodious voice suddenly spoke:

“Everyone withdraw.”

Hearing this, Yun Zui’s eyes flashed with surprise.

What? After waiting so long, they were simply dismissed?

Though reluctant, the other two assassins nervously rose and began to leave.

Yun Zui had no choice but to follow, yet the lazy voice sounded again—

“The last one, stay.”

Ling Yuan’s voice was lazy, laced with a seductive charm that blurred any sense of gender.

Yun Zui’s feet involuntarily froze—she was the last one...