Yao Shen is almost as shocked at Gao Wu by Tan Liansi's words.
The two of them remain rooted to the spot as she walks across the room only to come to a stop in front of the painting of Gao Wu's ancestor teacher.
She raises her hand towards the face of the stoic Master and then lets it drop with an anguished sigh.
"So this is what became of you, Shuang-er," she says, her voice no louder than a whisper.
Yao Shen immediately understands what's happening. He points at the painting. "She was Mei Shuang? Yan Shuyi's first disciple?"
Gao Wu's frown deepens, he raises the horsetail whisk horizontally in front of his chest. "So you're one of them too. I should have known."
He doesn't wait for an explanation before whipping up a cyclonic wind around himself with the whisk.
