"Looks like we can only resign ourselves to fate," Sheng Tiandao said as he sighed. On the other hand, Si Mengyan was quite calm; he had long since expected something like this would happen.
The white-robed man brought them through many small paths in the garden, and he came to a large hall, where there were three people sitting and drinking tea.
The one at the center was a woman. Her bearings were refined and dignified, and she wore a beautiful dress and a veil, revealing only intelligent-looking blue eyes.
She sat there quietly, and the two men next to her were quite big, looking like two steel towers on either side of her. They wore the same black clothes, on which were embroidered intricate patterns. Their skin was quite dark, and their eyes were red and violet while their long hair fell freely.