After receiving replies from Fang Hua, Master Wu Fei, Zeng Baoming, and the others, Du Youqian went out to find Master Wu Ai.
In truth, he could have located Master Wu Ai instantly with a sweep of his Divine Sense.
But that would have been somewhat impolite.
However, the area they usually frequented wasn't large, and the Beautiful Daoist Nun wasn't the type to be lively and active, wandering all over the mountain.
So, very soon, Du Youqian saw a woman in white with her hair down, standing with her head bowed before Long Ruzhen's grave as Peach Blossoms drifted onto her shoulders.
He couldn't see her face, but her silhouette felt incredibly familiar.
'Was this scene from a dream, or was it real?'
Du Youqian's heart leaped. The name "Ruzhen," caught in his throat, was forced back down by his reason.
But he was unwilling to break the indescribable atmosphere of the moment, so he simply stood and watched from a distance.
