In the Caifu Pavilion, only Pavilion Master Su Yajing and Shen Baiwan were present.
That voice was unmistakably coming from Pavilion Master Su Yajing.
Whether it was sincere or an act, it made one's heart race and blood surge.
At this moment, Su Yajing's personal maid Yao Hong hurried over.
Her steps were rushed, and there was a hint of anxiety on her face.
"Sister Lingyan, Young Master Zhao is here, asking to see the Pavilion Master."
Yao Hong said, panting for breath.
"Which Young Master Zhao?"
Lingyan frowned and asked.
"Who else could it be? Zhao Changming, grandson of Elder Zhao of the Fire Cloud Sect."
Yao Hong replied.
"Wait here a moment, I'll go report to the Pavilion Master."
Lingyan instructed.
She moved her lotus-like steps lightly, approached the pavilion door, her lips moving slightly as she softly said, "Pavilion Master, Young Master Zhao Changming requests an audience."
From inside the attic came a series of intermittent, delicate gasps.
