"This place always brings back memories when I come here," An Cheng smiled with a nostalgic expression on her face as she stepped inside the boundary that separated the inner court residence of the disciples.
Everything looked the same but at the same time, things looked different here.
Before she really started to dwell on useless and old memoires, she shook her head to wave away the thoughts.
Just as she was heading towards the living quarter of le Fang Ling, the small quiet house that was on the farthest corner of the courtyard, she stumbled upon three girls who were whispering something among themselves.
She glanced at them for a short while, and seeing that they were just bunch of adolescent girls doing their usual stuff, she decided to just walk away. From a single glance she could tell that this girl was the daughter of the northern lord; Fu Yao Yao.
