The dense autumn night was like a thin curtain of fog, concealing half of the moon.
In the desolate mountains, a sedan chair and a turquoise fragrant carriage approached each other.
"Lady Bizan's late-night invitation is indeed an honor to this humble monk, may I ask what brings me this pleasure?"
Seated atop the sedan chair was a robust middle-aged Lama with ebony skin, his inscrutable eyes swept over the graceful figure in the opposing carriage, flashing with a peculiar light.
If there were any Martial World personage present, they would be utterly astounded.
Lady Bizan, top power of Great Cold State, mistress of the Jade Moon Palace, is a top master ranking thirteenth on the Fengchen Leaderboard.
"Tianzhi, you stealthily harmed my master in the past, today you will pay with your life."
The voice from within the carriage was pleasant, yet the tone was icy cold, filled with deep-seated hatred.