Inside Manshang Pavilion.
A girl in white clothes was kneeling in front of the bed. Lying on the bed was an extremely ugly person, whose whole body looked like it had been bitten by millions of bugs. She was said to be a human, but in fact, she looked more like a monster. Her long black hair covered almost all of her face, and a slightly bulging eye was exposed with a cold light, which made people feel creepy.
The candle beside the bed was glowing with yellowish light, and there was deathly silence all around.
"Ling'er, you have been with me for 18 years. Your martial arts are already excellent. You can raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a while. Tomorrow morning you will go down the mountain and go to the top of a thousand mountains to kill a man named Mo Zixiao for me. Then come back to me with his head."
"Yes, Master." The girl lowered her head and replied expressionlessly.
The man lying on the bed stretched out a bony hand and took out a piece of fine brocade: "You have an excellent appearance, and you have not been exposed to the turbidity of the world. You are pure white and clean, and it will definitely bring you unnecessary trouble. From today on, you will wear this fine brocade. You must not take it off in front of others without my master's consent."
The girl took the brocade and put it on, covering most of her face. There was an icy cold light in her clear black eyes.
The sky is a bit bright.
She carried her bag, picked up the sword at hand, said goodbye to her master, and walked down the mountain along the moonlit path.