... Just when Zhan Zhao was about to sit down, Di Jin, who was on the left side of Bai Yutang, suddenly changed his expression. He stared straight at the door. A beautiful and elegant right hand was slowly lifting the soft curtain. The handsome young man in plain clothes walked lightly in front of the three people, as if he was in a deserted place. His left hand was holding a flute, made of jade, as black as ink...