Qin Yu was fuming, and suddenly noticed that the patterns flowing on this woman's wrist guard were neither complex secret patterns for battle nor patterns symbolizing wine and the Cang Mountain flying snow.
Oh, there's a story there.
It must be quite poignant.
Like getting abandoned by a lover on the snowy mountaintop after getting drunk, with the melody of "Yi Jian Mei" drifting down from the sky.
The image inexplicably sketched itself in her mind, and being a self-proclaimed kind-hearted person, Qin Yu immediately forgave Fang Yourong and focused on calling out to the Heavenly Pond Spirit at the pool.
Then, vapor floated up from the water, forming the outline of an old man.
"Who calls upon me?"
"Me, me, me."
"Who?"
"Here... here... here I am!"
"Where?"
"Grandfather, are you blind?"
