Watching Chen Mobai and Qing Nu leave the shore, Luo Hezheng felt nostalgic for the vigor of youth.
"The Kong Qingge should be this way, right?"
Luo Hezheng wasn't a first-time visitor to the Jumang Daoist Academy, yet he asked Song Yuexin symbolically, and she nodded in response.
"I'll take you there."
Just as the two were about to step in another direction, Luo Hezheng suddenly let out a yelp and looked in a certain direction.
"What's the matter, Teacher Luo?"
"Nothing."
Luo Hezheng shook his head, not mentioning the unusual feeling of being watched.
This was a port, and once onshore, one could see several two or three-story houses scattered along the road ascending in steps. The arrangement seemed to follow a particular formation, exuding a harmonious beauty of man and nature.
In one such modest building, a girl in sunglasses sat on a window ledge, her feet swinging in the air, looking in the direction of the port.
