C200 Innate Evil Wind Bead's Unusual Movement

Ling Xiao accompanied Ji Tu across the charming bridge over the lotus pond and into the pavilion.

A girl, perhaps seventeen or eighteen, sat poised before a pavilion bed, her hands poised on a zither. She watched the fish darting through the lotus pond with an emotive gaze and a faint smile that suggested both delight in their freedom and a touch of self-mockery for her own lack of it.

"Beixin