"Reporting to the Lord! This young master has been brought here." Feng Ji, the senior sister, bowed slightly, like a bamboo swayed by the wind.
Lin Xiaosu finally saw her full appearance.
That face of hers was somewhat terrifying.
And her figure was even more devil-like.
Describing a woman's figure as devilish usually means curvaceous and tempting.
But her figure being described as ghostly is literal—it truly resembled a ghost.
Her thinness was indescribable; such thinness, any bit of flesh on her body would be a luxury, including her chest, which had nothing...
"Please come in!" A gentle female voice came from inside.
It was the same voice he had heard from five miles away.
Lord!
"Young Master, please!" Feng Ji bowed gently, her voice soft.
"Thank you, Miss!" Lin Xiaosu bowed slightly to her and then stepped forward.
Ahead was a mountain cave.
The entrance had an old plum tree and a small pond, seemingly ordinary.
