Chu Li arrived at the backyard of the Ren Public House.
The sound of the guzheng rang loudly, hanging in the air refreshingly. The individual playing the guzheng must have been a bold and generous person.
Looking through the Omniscient Mirror, Chu Li saw that there was only Lu Yurong in the backyard. The nine beautiful maids were nowhere to be seen. They must have been inside the building, cultivating.
Lu Yurong sat alone at the Pagoda, her head lowered to focus on the guzheng. Underneath the veil was a graceful face of absolute beauty, solemn and dignified, luring people to unravel the secrets it held.
Her temperament fluctuated – at times dignified, at times languid, and none who laid eyes on her would not be moved.
Currently, Lu Yurong's expression was dignified as she played the guzheng and had a certain air of bourgeois.
The sound of the guzheng came to an abrupt stop. She felt a peculiar gaze and turned around and saw Chu Li.