Along with the conveyance light, a sword was piercing through the sky. Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi were surrounded by white clouds that looked like a snowy sea.
Jiang Zhiwei did not seem to be curious about the experience of Meng Qi at all, regardless of the gray kasaya he was wearing, the dispirited look on his face, and the fact that he had gone missing for ten years. She was merely bringing him to Jiang Dong.
However, she was not quiet either. With a gentle and clear voice, she spoke at a steady pace, "Sister Yushu has devoted all her time and energy to the zither. She is getting more and more elegant. Hehe, of course, the only exception is when she eats."
