Chapter 57, Lu Ban's Book of Death!

The night was long, filled with many stories to be told.

But perhaps only one encounter, two encounters, three encounters of intimacy...

An Ning climbed out of bed, tidied up slightly, and leapt over the courtyard wall to head toward the rear mountain.

If an outsider were to see this, their eyes would surely pop out of their heads.

Residents of the Henshan Gathering Area would never imagine that such a scrawny little girl, as frail as a bean sprout or a clump of foxtail grass, possessed such agility, with even a nearly two-meter-tall wall unable to block her path.

An Ning entered Henshan and arrived at the familiar Ghost Cliff.

Next to the cliff, stood the silhouette of a man.

He was so thin and so aged, standing at the cliff's edge, seemingly as if he could be swept into the abyss by a strong wind at any moment.

"Master!" An Ning approached the old man from behind and respectfully saluted him.