Once finished, Han Yu activated his jade slip and called for Meng Jueyan.
A few minutes later, light footsteps approached from outside the room.
Knock.
Knock.
The door slowly opened.
Meng Jueyan entered cautiously.
The first thing she saw was Ju Fan sitting cross legged on the floor in deep meditation. Cold Qi drifted around him while his expression remained perfectly calm and lifeless.
"Master?" she called out softly.
At that exact moment, she suddenly felt a hand rest lightly on her shoulder.
Meng Jueyan's body trembled violently and she spun around immediately in shock.
But then she froze... Completely froze.
Her eyes widened while her breathing stopped entirely.
She simply stared.
One second passed.
Then another.
And another.
An entire minute went by without her saying a single word.
The face before her felt impossibly familiar.
Not Ju Fan.
Not the cold Legacy Disciple feared throughout the Blood Sect.
