The Two Great Brushes (1)

Ling Feiyue was smiling gently as she approached Ji Yuan and Xiao Muhan, "Is he a friend of yours? Why don't you introduce your friend to me?"

Xiao Muhan had turned ashen immediately when this lovely maiden in black had approached. Even though he could not see her appearances because of her curtain veil and also because she was also wearing a face veil within the curtain veil, he had recognized her gentle voice as the one that had beaten him up every year.

He began to stammer, "Dark Mistress…Ling…Fei…yue…"

Ling Feiyue had naturally recognized Xiao Muhan who had refused to reveal the whereabouts of Ji Yuan to her for many years.

"Let me ask you." Ling Feiyue coolly said. "Are you a friend or not a friend of my lord Ji Yuan here?"

Xiao Muhan blinked his eyes…

If he replies wrongly then he would surely die…

He had faked his own death so that Ling Feiyue would not be able to find him…

But today he had met her once again…