Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the reflection on the blade of the Kansei Masamune, motionless, his expression vacant and absent, as if his wits had left him.
In the reflection, a slender and graceful figure slowly approached, coming closer and closer to him, until her long hair, like red seaweed, brushed against his back. The distinct, delicate fragrance of a young girl rushed to his senses, and Lu Mingfei felt as though he were enveloped in a patch of flowers, the scent refreshing his heart and mind.
Lu Mingfei did not quite dare to turn his head, but turn he must, for the girl had already come right behind him. He bit hard on the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to turn around.
Chapter 300