The wind of early spring brought fog into the mountain residences.
The cheers were heard in the distant mountain; it seemed that Que Niang had won the
chess tournament again.
In comparison to the noises in the other places, the quietness in this place was
depressing.
Zhuo Rusui thought that this matter had nothing to do with him and that Xi Yiyun
shouldn't stare at him.
As he was thinking of this, Xi Yiyun turned to him and asked, "I'm rather confused; is
this idea Shenmo Peak's or Green Mountain's?"
Zhuo Rusui lifted up his head and had a glimpse of Gu Qing, wondering if Gu Qing
brought him here just for this.
Soon he thought of the relationship between his Master and Jing Jiu, Zhuo Rusui
lowered his eyelids and said drowsily, "What difference does it make?"
"Then I have no choice but to bid you two farewell," said Xi Yiyun.
