Ling Yunpo returned to Qingluo Peak.
"Senior Sister!" He searched the Daoist temple on Qingluo Peak but could not find An Zhisu.
She must have either gone to buy wine or... oh, right.
Following the descending corridor, continuing downward, Ling Yunpo stepped into the secret chamber.
In the secret chamber deep within Qingluo Peak, An Zhisu was kneeling on a meditation mat, babbling non-stop to her father about the recent events:
"...Master, Little Brother and the Taoist friends he met last time went out to relax."
"Alas, although it's a good thing, I always feel a bit lost."
"In this respect, I am after all not as smooth as Little Brother."
"He surely won't despise me for this, right..."
Behind the rock wall, stillness reigned in silence.
"Little Brother, have you returned?" Noticing the movement behind her, An Zhisu quickly stood up, her expression one of surprise... and unease.
The words she just said to Master, they hadn't all been overheard by Little Brother, had they?
