A hazy cyan color bloomed on the horizon. In the distance, a vast expanse of mist shrouded the mountain peaks.
Zhang Xiaoyun tilted her head back to look at the pale sky and chuckled to herself. "I never thought it would be you. Seeing you has put my mind at ease... somewhat. But what kind of Sect is this Wuyou Palace, really?"
In truth, Zhang Xiaoyun hadn't recognized the figure at first. But as they talked, recognition slowly dawned. After all, in an environment like Taiyi Pavilion, how could she not have matured? Her only option was to feign ignorance.
Since she wasn't clever enough, the only way to protect herself was to play dumb.
She couldn't let anyone know about her relationship with Wen Qingye. Her only recourse was to never speak of the past, to act as if she had forgotten everything, burying all her emotions deep within her heart.
