At the farthest side of the seashore, where the small waves clash against the rock and return once more, only to clash once again as if strings of a pipa* reverberating when plucked….
A woman sits on top of a boulder, singing her heart out.
She was truly playing the pipa as she sang a local song. In this scene full of solitude and passion, she felt less human and more like an ethereal entity. But the young master knew very well that she was human.
Once.
She was a ghost. The only question was whether or not she was aware of that.
Her hair was golden, just like Junior Fu's. Her eyes were also blue, although the shade was closer to the color of the water rather than the sky. Her skin was also porcelain white, and so Young Master Quan Neng thought it must be likely that she was also a descendant from An Xin sect.
Still, he asked the woman to confirm this rather than just make assumptions.
