"Is it not Han Immortal?"
"Who else could it be but Han Immortal?"
"Coming to Sky-reaching Gorge with Han Immortal lifts my spirits. It's been a long time since I've seen Han Immortal, and I find myself missing her and feeling down."
Lu Qingyu muttered incessantly, feeling quite sure of his guess.
But seeing his elder brother's stern expression, he began to doubt—
"Could it be, brother, that you have someone else outside?"
Lu Qingfeng felt a headache coming on.
Fortunately, just then, Little Nine hurried in from outside, cheerfully calling, "Young master, Little Jing'er." He then bowed to Lu Qingfeng, greeted him with, "Master," and paid him no further mind.
"Perfect timing."
Lu Qingfeng muttered to himself, feeling a relief, and then seriously said, "Little Nine is here. You three go out and play; do not disturb my meditation."
"Master."
"Is it Little Nine bothering you?"
Little Nine quieted down, turning his head to timidly look at Lu Qingfeng.
"No."
