"Good riddance." The old man's face was full of both joy and reluctance as he watched Chen Mu leave...,She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, delicately sculpted like a porcelain doll. Like Ji Wan Yun, she had long, glossy black hair, appearing ethereal and otherworldly.,He was dressed in such a bizarre manner. It was sweltering summer, yet he wore a thick fur coat, completely obscuring himself. Even his feet were encased in thick woolen boots...。