Not far from the newly born Xuanhuang Palace.
In the secluded woods.
Jiang Yu tightened her plain-colored cloak around her body, standing under a Return Soul Poplar, silently observing the shimmering Silent River in the distance, when suddenly she heard faint footsteps nearby.
"—Why didn't you let me question further just now?"
She asked without turning her head, seemingly aware of the identity of the incoming person.
A light fragrance wafted over, and Su Shijun's cheerful voice sounded behind the witch: "Why ask about something you already know? Why ask a question with no answer? Do you want to make things difficult for him, or yourself? Or perhaps you don't have confidence in him, and neither in yourself?"
The witch by the riverside remained silent.
A hand rested on Jiang Yu's shoulder. She turned her head, gazing at the long, fair, nearly translucent hand that resembled beautiful jade, somewhat entranced.
