On the top floor of the more distant Drunken Immortal Tower, where a wine banner fluttered, the faint sound of a sword escaped through the window. Two silhouettes, deep in a game, were cast upon the window paper. The sword wind stirred by each move set the bronze bells on the eaves to jingling.
Li Haomiao listened to Fang Mushan's running commentary, his eyes sweeping over a young woman in a pale yellow dress who was leaning against the railing.
"She's not from the Sound Killing Sect. She's a member of Penglai Pavilion, one of the Six Great Sects of Great Zhou. Penglai Pavilion has always been shrouded in mystery. They don't seek worldly things, but pursue the so-called Immortal Dao. They've rarely involved themselves in the disputes of the Mortal World, but now, it seems..."
As he spoke, the young woman seemed to sense something and turned her head to look at Li Haomiao.
