The forest opened up suddenly, and the soft murmur of water grew louder. The moon hung high above, spilling its pale light over the quiet river.
Su Qinglan slowed her steps. Her heart was beating fast, both from the walk and from the worry still twisting in her chest.
Just then, Xuyu's voice chimed one last time in her head. "Host, Xuan Long is here... bye-bye!"
"Wait—what? Where exactly?" she started, but the voice was gone. Why is this xuyu behaving so strangely? And what's the rush to go so soon?
She looked around, frowning. The river stretched calmly under the moonlight, the water smooth and still. But there was no one in sight. And she has no idea where Xuan Long is.
But suddenly ripples spread across the surface of the calm river.
Her breath caught as something moved beneath the water, breaking the stillness. A moment later, a tall figure rose from the river, droplets flying in all directions.
