Bing Xuanqing's face was calm. "I will not go back to the Medicine Clan. Even if Du Qiuran comes, it's useless."
"But Mistress, our arms can't twist a thigh!"
The maids all wore worried expressions.
"The Medicine Clan's Young Master has arrived!"
A long shout echoed across all of Medicine King Mountain, stunning everyone.
"That's Du Hulong's voice!"
"The Young Master is coming!"
The maids cried out in shock again and again.
Before long, several figures appeared in front of the pavilion.
At their head was a young man in a moon‑white long robe, graceful and elegant. His features were strikingly handsome; with his hands clasped behind his back he exuded the aura of a banished immortal untouched by the mortal world.
His eyes were incomparably bright, shining like the stars.
"Sister Xuanqing, may I come in?"
Du Qiuran asked.
"Come in."
After a while, Bing Xuanqing's voice came from inside the pavilion.
