"Lord Mage, spare my life!"
The woman in purple cried out mournfully. Each sound was plaintive, each word filled with sorrow. The soul-stealing notes entered Yunyang's ears, like a sixteen-year-old girl leaning against him, her robes loosening as she exhaled a faint fragrance and moaned softly.
Gu Zhao nodded. "Their Divine Soul Magical Power isn't weak. They specialize in Spiritual Power, which actually makes them a better match for a Zhengyi Disciple."
"Yi... Sect Leader, why do you underestimate me?" Yunyang was quickly getting used to this archaic manner of speaking.
After all, in a famous ancient capital like the West Capital, people wearing traditional Hanfu were a common sight on every street. Not to mention the cultural activities in the scenic areas, even on the streets, you could find streamers stopping passersby to challenge them to poetry recitals.
