Shen Luo swept his gaze across the crowd and immediately caught sight of a woman dressed in a white gauze skirt. Although her face was covered by a light veil, those gentle eyes were unmistakably familiar—it was Nie Caizhu.
When he saw Nie Caizhu, she also spotted him. A trace of joy flashed in her eyes, but it soon cooled down. It seemed she was somewhat puzzled and helpless, with a touch of resignation in her gaze.
After lingering his gaze on her for a moment, Shen Luo quickly scanned the others and noticed a not-so-tall child with a somewhat immature face, who had been staring at him since arriving.
Although the person was male, he sported two buns on his head and was dressed in a scale armor skirt adorned with lotus patterns, with a red sash tied around his waist and a golden ring slung diagonally across his chest, looking rather peculiar indeed.
"Are you Shen Luo?" When they approached, Nie Caizhu didn't say anything. Instead, it was the child who spoke up first.
