The woman walked until she reached the shore. The rain fell around her, but didn't touch her clothing at all. She was beautiful, and had the aura of a cultivator, which gave her an otherworldly grace.
Her face was cold, and she was frowning. A bitter look could be seen in her eyes, and she seemed to be concealing great anxiety and confusion within her heart.
She was Xu Qing.
She had been searching for Meng Hao for many years, but had found nothing…. She was thinner than before, more lean.
She had followed her heart until she found this lake, which was also her former hometown.
When Meng Hao saw her, she also caught sight of aged Meng Hao. There was something strangely familiar about him, so she changed directions and headed over toward the log cabin.
"Are you the boatman here?" she asked, looking him over. Her face was filled with an expression that could cause one's heart to tremble. Meng Hao lowered his head and sighed inwardly.
