In the silent night that fell on the ravine, looking upwards, one would not see weeds, but a thick, ink-black night that stretched all the way across the precipices on both sides. Fan Xian adjusted his clothing, binding together his ripped left trouser leg.
"That fairy's name was Ye Qingmei," he said quietly.
"Ye Qingmei?" said Xiao En, shocked. "What are you talking about? Do you mean to tell me that the young lady of the Ye family was the fairy that I met?"
When the Ye family had suddenly risen to prominence, Xiao En was still the spymaster of the Kingdom of Wei, so through his spy network, he had some knowledge of her life. Fan Xian was not surprised at all. He laughed. "Who else but the 'fairy' you speak of could turn the House of Ye into a name known all across the land in such a short time?"
"So that's what happened!" Xiao En began coughing once more. "No wonder the Kingdom of Qing could rise so quickly. They had the temple behind them."
