C46 (1/2)

The Sunset Peak had accumulated over a thousand years of snow, and the unchanging great hall was empty and empty. Chang Ge specially stood under the eaves to shake off the snow on his body, then peeked his head out to look inside the hall.

The main hall was empty. It was as if the cold and lonely furniture had not been touched for thousands of years.

Ye Zichen raised his foot and walked in, then turned around. However, he didn't see that white figure.

Immortal Lord? She called out once, but the only response she got was the echo in the hall. She was a little afraid that her loud footsteps would disturb the peace of this place.

Is the Immortal Lord not here?

Muttering to himself, he felt a wave of disappointment rise in his heart, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of uneasiness, the uneasiness of someone about to do something bad.

Why not take advantage of the fact that the Immortal Lord was not around to see him?

Not so good, to barge in without her permission, if she was discovered by the Immortal Lord, she would definitely be like the first time she was scolded by him. Maybe the Immortal Lord would not accept her as her disciple anymore.

The two thoughts were fighting in her head, but she was unable to control herself and involuntarily walked into the secondary hall. The familiar screen bed was where she stayed when she was recuperating, and the rear hall should be where the Immortal Lord lived, right?

Although Xiao Ziyang was the only one in the Sunset Peak, this place was extremely big.

After passing through the square between the front and back hall, Chang Ge looked back at the long footprints and regretted not using the Imperial Sword Technique. Since he was going to be a 'thief', he naturally couldn't leave any traces behind.

The doors to the rear palace were tightly shut. Changge's fingers couldn't help but retract them once she placed them on the door. Should she go in or not?

If he went in, he might be despised by the Immortal Lord.

If she didn't enter, then the scratching of her heart would be enough to make her die from curiosity.

It was better to just enter and take a look!

With a light 'bang', the half-closed door was pushed open, and Zhang Ge was startled. The windows inside the hall were also slightly open, and white snowflakes shone out from the windows, sifting onto the obsidian floor of the hall.

If not for the smoke rising from the censer, she would have to guess that the Immortal Lord did not live here.

He walked into the study on the left side of the hall. There were layers upon layers of books piled up on the high bookshelves, and on the table, there was only a simple book that looked like an ancient script. There were also the four treasures of the study, and there was even a thin layer of ice formed from dried ink.

Zhang Ge then turned to the right side of the secondary hall, and saw a bed. She folded up the thin blanket and lifted it up immediately causing a smile to appear on her face.

Of course, there was also a screen that was convenient to change into clothes. She was somewhat disappointed, but she always felt that even if the Immortal Lord's bedroom wasn't exceptionally magnificent, it would still be different from normal people's.

For example, there would be the ten-thousand-year cold bed in that small book, or the bed could be made using the Golden Silk as the cover.

The table should be different from the others, it must be able to produce tea and pastries, or even food. Oh, she almost forgot, Immortal Lord does not eat.

Sigh.

Why sigh?

Zhang Ge shuddered and turned his head to look, only to see that the person had grabbed him by the waist and was about to fall down.

Xiao Ziyang's brows remained indifferent, her gaze was shallow, and after releasing her, she placed the sword in her hand on the table.

Zhang Ge stood up against the wall guiltily, his eyes suddenly met Xiao Ziyang's, and then hurriedly turned to the sword on the table.

Ever since she had the Moon Sing, she began to pay attention to other people's swords. The sword represented the master, and her view of the sword was even more accurate than looking at the master.