And to think that I, of all people, would have such fortune, such incredible fate, to become a maiden in the service of a Taoist Ancestor!
Muxiao was somewhat dazed, grasped by a hand and in the blink of an eye, found himself within this small courtyard. The grey air that enshrouded him had dissipated, revealing his true form.
What shocked him even more was that his powerful strength seemed to have vanished, not a trace could he sense.
Yet, he could still feel his own power, which meant that his strength was merely restrained.
How the other party restrained his power, he could not perceive even the slightest clue!
In the small courtyard, mundane and ordinary, a youth sat leisurely under a large tree, enjoying his tea and pastries with ease.
A breathtakingly beautiful woman was serving at his side, the youth's maid.
But the youth seemed so ordinary, without the slightest aura of strength, as though he was just a commoner, a scion of nobility enjoying the service of his maiden.