Entering the inner hall, he instructed the maid to take the women down for washing, Ji Changlie no longer displayed his previous flippant demeanor, instead, he stood by the window with a somber expression.
Silently gazing at the drooping willows outside the window, his eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Gu Qingshuang walk away.
"Uncle Tonx, do you think this move of mine was the right one, or the wrong one?"
As his ethereal voice rang out, a figure appeared behind Ji Changlie, like a wisp of smoke.
The newcomer had a clean-shaven face, gray hair, and a face full of wrinkles, appearing extremely aged.
This old man came and went without stirring even a whisper of wind, his body brushed by silk threads in the room, clearly standing there, yet without any substance.
Upon his appearance, the Qi mechanism inside the room turned icy cold, as if plunged into the depths of a winter night.
