"It's been a long time since I've heard any news about Jiang Miao Yin."
After the banquet of You Hai King ended, Ye Qinglian found an opportunity to pull Jiang Qihu to a secluded spot where no one was around.
The two were alone together.
Ye Qinglian crossed her arms and leaned against the window, the river wind gusting, blowing through her hair.
She looked into the distance and, in a distant voice, said, "How has your sister been doing recently?"
"Da Sui Sword Palace has closed off from the world, and Yu Ping Peak is Sealing Mountain."
Jiang Qihu earnestly replied, "If I calculate carefully, it has been a whole ten years since we last met... Throughout the year, we only occasionally write letters to each other, and even the Ruyi Orders sent to Yu Ping Peak have never been used by her."
"For a full ten years, hasn't Jiang Miao Yin been in contact with the Jiang Family at all?"
Ye Qinglian said with a touch of sarcasm, "This woman, she's even colder than I imagined."
"Tsk!"
