The mist of the Underworld always carried an unyielding melancholy, swirling around the stone steps by the banks of Wangchuan River.
Wang Zhaojun gathered the hem of her skirt and hurried to catch up with the dark-robed figure ahead, a hint of urgency in her voice: "Senior, can you truly tell me nothing more?"
Sima Yi came to a halt, his wide sleeves fluttering slightly in the chilly wind blowing through the corridor. He turned around, his voice calm and unruffled: "When the time comes to know, you will know."
Chapter 159