The person in the car put on an awkward look before he realized what she had said. "You walked all the way from Black Mountain City?"
"Yes." The beauty nodded and glided away like the willows in the wind. It left quite a number of people mesmerized.
"I remember! I was wondering why she looked so familiar. Isn't she the beloved disciple of Grandpa Gu? She's Duan Liu, the youngest classical musician! Hasn't she stopped playing music? Why would she appear here?" Li Xueying suddenly snapped to her senses as she exclaimed.
"Hey, you jotted my memory. We even attended her concert before. The Butterfly Lovers she played robbed me of quite a bit of my tears. Eh? She's actually going to Mt. One Finger. How did she get to know that young monk Fangzheng?" Xiaoliu said with a puzzled look.
"Xiaoliu," Li Xueying suddenly laughed.
"What?" Although Xiaoliu was confounded, she quickly came to a realization and said warily, "No!"
