Of course, this was just a minor interlude. Tu Xiao'an had acted silently and without a trace, and by now, he was just stepping over the threshold of the Main Hall.
He had come in excitement, and left in disappointment.
Tu Xiaoyue stared at the stranger's back until he walked out of the Main Hall, her eyes clouded with thought.
'Mom, your son is back. Mom, your son has come back to take care of you.'
Tu Xiaoyue recalled the words the stranger had just spoken, and a tremor ran through her heart.
Then, as if from out of nowhere, a thought struck her, and she abruptly shot to her feet.
"Mom, I'm going out to get some air. It's too stuffy in here," Tu Xiaoyue said to Wen Qiu before getting up and hurrying away.
She had to confirm a wild idea that had just formed in her mind.
Dejected, Tu Xiao'an left the Snake King's Main Hall and wandered into a side courtyard. A large incense burner stood in its center, smoke curling into the air. Beside it grew a massive, ancient pagoda tree.
