The delicate-featured woman sat casually on the bed, and Hu Xuan'er dared not be negligent, half-kneeling on the ground, her head lowered, she spoke softly: "Master, this time the matter could not be accomplished, disciple..."
The woman coughed slightly, waved her hand, and sighed:
"This matter cannot be blamed on you."
"Even as your Master, didn't I just get pinned down by that Taoist as soon as he appeared? His movement technique is as graceful as a startled swan, like a wandering dragon, truly formidable..."
Hu Xuan'er's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate slightly.
During this period, the army had set out, not entering the city, only setting up camp with the troops. She hadn't found time to discuss matters in detail with her Master. At this moment, hearing her Master mention the young Taoist from that day, she couldn't help but speak softly:
"That Taoist really..."
The woman nodded, sighed:
