"Oh my, it's supposed to be the capital of Shuntian Prefecture, yet I didn't see any large and spacious inns after walking so long. I'm so exhausted." The Gingko Immortal waved her pink silk handkerchief in the air. "I'm not walking anymore. I'll walk after drinking some tea."
The men and women that came in after them were like immortals who had walked out of a painting. Everybody practically couldn't tear their gazes from them.
The man dressed in red clothes flicked his sleeves and flitted past like a startled swan, while the man dressed in ink-colored garb had picturesque brows and was gentle like the breeze.
The little lady whose hand the man in ink-colored clothes was holding had an expressionless and frosty face. Her eyes were illusory like the constellations in the dark night. It was as if one glance was all she needed to suck a person's soul in.
