"Come in."
Before the woman in black could speak, a detached voice echoed from the courtyard.
Li Yan shrugged, opened the courtyard door, and let Di Ao and Di Qingying inside.
Upon entering the courtyard, Di Ao saw General Yaksha, the first time she met the big figure Li Xian mentioned many times.
General Yaksha stood in the courtyard, seemingly admiring the snowy landscape, dressed in a black silk robe embroidered with the Golden Crow, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, blending into the night.
Hearing the door open, General Yaksha turned around.
Even Di Ao, who's bold beyond measure, couldn't help but be startled when seeing General Yaksha's face.
General Yaksha's age was indiscernible; half of her face was extraordinarily beautiful, like a fairy descended from the heavens, while the other half was scarred from fire, charred and ugly like a demon.
No wonder she carries the name of Yaksha; this face could easily frighten someone to death at night.
