Driving back to where they had just met the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable, Duàn Yì spotted a woman in white standing beside him from afar, sword in hand as she waited.
Her sleeves fluttered in the wind, and her faint smile was radiant. In her eyes, every year and every month, every moment and every instant, a gentle, warm light rippled.
She looked exactly as she had when they first met two years ago—not a fraction thinner, not a fraction fuller.
Delighted, Duàn Yì called Helan Yue'er, Granny An, and Eunuch Qiu out of the carriage, then led Yue'er forward by the hand to pay respects to the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable.
Although Helan Yue'er had no idea who this Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable was, and felt that the man—so tall she had to crane her neck to see his face, and as powerfully built as a fierce tiger—was extremely dangerous, she still obediently followed Duàn Yì's words and respectfully called him Senior.
She was still young, small in stature, and her figure had yet to fully develop, leaving her with a touch of childishness.
Yet her features were exquisitely perfect, her skin creamy white, and her temperament innocent and pure, making it easy for others to take a liking to her.
Seeing how sensible and well-behaved Yue'er was, the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable, who knew something of her identity, let go of a small portion of the misgivings in his heart. He gave a grunt, tacitly acknowledging Helan Yue'er's identity.
Following behind them, Granny An and Eunuch Qiu were startled by Duàn Yì's words. This man was actually a Demon Venerable?
Eunuch Qiu in particular saw the sharp, blade-like look in his eyes turn uneasy. It was as though an old wanderer who had weathered countless storms had reverted