"Alright, since I have said my piece, I must not linger. Please send the herbalists as soon as possible, and I shall take my leave." Then the black-cloaked man got up and left after he said that.
His black silhouette seemed to have disappeared in the night skies.
Ouyang Huanyu took a deep breath, and a teasing smile hung on his face as he sat on the chair. All previous expressions of helplessness had disappeared without a trace.
A short while later, Ouyang Huanyu got up and walked toward the bookcase.
Shen Yanxiao quietly stared at Ouyang Huanyu's movements when he suddenly turned a glass vase before the large bookcase silently moved to reveal a pitch-black corridor.
Ouyang Huanyu took a lamp and walked into the corridor. As his silhouette disappeared, the bookcase then moved to close the hole in the wall.
Shen Yanxiao narrowed her eyes. Their conversations about both of her mentors and herself had shaken her.
