Ming He and his three companions arrived at the core of the Misty Pavilion, seeing the scene, they knew the old woman was ancient. Even as a cultivator, her lifespan was nearing its end.
At this moment, a subtle fragrance wafted through the air, a woman's natural scent. Indeed, a woman floated in, wearing a veiled headdress that concealed half her face. No one had ever seen her true features. Even a servant girl possessed remarkable beauty, yet she paled in comparison.
The Pavilion Mistress coldly regarded the old woman, who was about to prostrate herself. "Do you still wish to live?"
Upon seeing the Pavilion Mistress, Grandma smiled, a look of great joy on her face. "This old servant finally gets to see her young lady one last time. I have no regrets in this life."
The Pavilion Mistress nodded. "I understand. You may go."
The old woman passed away with a smile...
Ming He said to Ming Zhi Tian, "What do you think? Her figure is amazing. I've got my eye on her. You're not allowed to interfere, or I'll hit you."
Ming Zhi Tian was slightly taken aback, then looked at him intently. "Are you sure? You haven't even seen her face, and you're already... What if she's ugly?"
Ming He shook his head vigorously. "Impossible. Generally, women with good figures aren't bad-looking either. This is something I've concluded from years of experience."
"Grandma... Wuwuwuwu... Don't leave us..." Ju Hong, Qing Zi, and Bi Lan, the three maids, wept as if their own kin had died.
The Pavilion Mistress remained indifferent. "She's dead. What's there to cry about?"
Qing Zi looked at the Pavilion Mistress. "Mistress, why didn't you save Grandma? Why? If you had intervened, you could have surely extended Grandma's lifespan."
The Pavilion Mistress did not evade the question. "Of course."
Ju Hong and Bi Lan also looked at the Pavilion Mistress. "Then why didn't the Mistress act?"
The Pavilion Mistress said, "Grandma has lived long enough and no longer wishes to live. I did not force her."
The three women were stunned. What kind of twisted logic was this? What did it mean to have lived long enough and not wish to live?
The Pavilion Mistress said, "Ju Hong, Qing Zi, Bi Lan..." Even calling their names sounded mechanical and cold.
Though grief-stricken, the three women did not dare disobey. "Your servant is here."
The Pavilion Mistress said, "Stop crying. Grandma no longer wishes to serve me, and I will not force her. Bury her properly."
The three women were accustomed to the Pavilion Mistress's cold demeanor and did not find it unusual. "Yes, Mistress."
The Pavilion Mistress then turned her attention to Ming He and the others who had trespassed into the core of the Misty Pavilion. Ming He stepped forward, smiling slightly. "Ming He offers his respects."
The Pavilion Mistress's words were icy. "Trespassing in the Misty Pavilion, get out!"
With a slight flick of her wrist, a gust of pink wind assailed them!
Fan Wu Qi instantly moved to block Ming He, summoning his life-bound artifact to parry. "Your Highness, be careful!"
"Bang! Clang!"
Fan Wu Qi's life-bound artifact shattered. Ming He and the other were sent flying aside, landing and coughing up blood. "Cough..."
"So strong!"
No one could clearly see how she attacked or discern her cultivation level. However, Ming Zhi Tian's eyes were sharp. The Pavilion Mistress was at the tenth level of the Shen Luo realm, infinitely close to that ultimate state.
The Pavilion Mistress's expression remained cold. "For the sake of Suo Hai Wu Ge and Shen Huang Holy Land Sect, you may leave."
Ming He rose, forcing a smile. "You actually know where I'm from?"
"Get out."
"Wait." The Pavilion Mistress seemed to hesitate.
The four stopped. Ming He turned back and smiled. "Miss me?"
The Pavilion Mistress completely ignored him and turned to Ming Zhi Tian. "Is the 'Shu Jian Lu' with you?"
Ming Zhi Tian grew wary. "What about it?"
The Pavilion Mistress knew the answer. "Nothing. Just asking. Now, get out."