In the ninth year of the Vine Tribe, on the ninth day of the ninth month.
Central South Wilderness, Crocodile Tribe.
"Caw…"
A sharp cry echoed from the distant sky, prompting Qing Ye, who was peeling a fish scale fruit, to suddenly look up. A look of delight flashed in her eyes, and she immediately put down the stone knife and stood up.
"Has he come?"
Qing Ye quickly walked outside the house, stood on the high stilted house corridor, and looked into the distance.
Soon, a hint of purple appeared in the northern sky, getting closer to the Crocodile Tribe.
"That's right, it's his Purple Eagle!"
Qing Ye became excited, her joy was beyond words.
She had not seen Jiang Xuan for a long time, but he had never left her mind. Today, unexpectedly having the chance to see him brought not only joy but also a bit of anxiety.
Qing Ye looked down at her hands covered in fish scale grass juice and her dirty fish skin clothes and murmured, "He likes cleanliness."
