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By the river, the murky water flowed slowly through the low-lying areas, while some withered reeds swayed listlessly in the cold wind.
Pu Shiming stood by the water with some soil on his fingers, as if discerning the spiritual properties of the mud.
Zhu Xuehen approached, her expression no different from before, except for the unusual luster swirling in her eyes, not as focused as usual.
It was him again.
Pu Shiming turned his head and looked towards the camphor trees near the inn.
Pu Shiming had worked with Zhu Xuehen for some time now, and he remembered that the last time her emotions fluctuated was also because she saw Zhu Minglang.
Pu Shiming had done some investigation and found out that Zhu Xuehen was Zhu Minglang's master, and that they had lived together in the Abandoned Sword Forest of the Miao Mountain Sword Sect for ten years.
Was it merely because they were relatives?
