The sun spread its rays across the lake's surface as water birds circled and swooped low, waiting for the undulating white waves to toss up small fish.
Liang Qu stood at the bow of the boat, back to the wind with his hands clasped behind him. His white deer robe flapped in the breeze, his gaze fixed on the endless distance.
"The White Ape's whereabouts are unpredictable, flitting about capriciously. Even if I seek it, I must leave a message and wait, exerting some effort.
In three days, at the usual place, I'll give you an answer."
Three days?
So many treasures given away, yet not a single definite location in return?
Huanglin and Chenglin kept flicking their tongues out, their eyes turning to Chilin.
Chilin felt dissatisfaction but kept a neutral expression, "The White Ape is cunning, always hiding and seeking. It doesn't fully trust even you, Lord, concealing its tracks.
