Through the mist, Gu Xijiu saw a small pavilion. A person was sitting there. Her heart skipped a beat. In her subconsciousness, she knew that this person was the one she was looking for and surged toward his direction.
Though the pavilion was visibly just a short distance away from her, she could not seem to reach it even after running for hours. She could only vaguely see the figure of the person sitting there, possibly meditating. The person sat there motionless like a Buddha.
She could not catch sight of that person's visage, but she could descry a red box situated on top of that person's knees. Because of the distance, she could not make out the exact form of that box, but she could see an emerald green gem glowing on top on its lid.
