Qin Yan's expression wavered. After hesitating for as long as half a cup of tea, she finally bit her pearly teeth, a trace of resolve flashing through her eyes, and drifted toward the woods.
In the end, she still chose to believe Lin Xuan.
Though the human heart was impossible to fathom, faintly, she felt Lin Xuan bore her no ill will.
The woods before her were dense to an extreme, and the trees were far taller than ordinary ones. Even the shorter ones were around twenty or thirty zhang high, a kind of plant only seen in cold lands.
After she entered, even the moonlight was blocked out, but as a cultivator, she naturally did not have to worry about being unable to see the path.
She had flown for only a moment when a small clearing came into view. Upon the vast white snow sat a plainly featured youth with his legs crossed.
Needless to say, it was Lin Xuan.
Qin Yan's Qi Concealment Technique was indeed incomparably profound, but Lin Xuan's divine sense was powerful to the extreme, and he was also highly skilled in the same art, so naturally he had sensed her long ago. He slowly opened his eyes and rose, shaking out his robes.
"Senior Sister." Lin Xuan turned around and smiled, cupping his fist.
"Junior Brother Lin."
Seeing this expression of Lin Xuan's, Qin Yan relaxed inwardly, and also knew her earlier worries had been unnecessary. Only, she was still somewhat puzzled. In the dead of night, why had the other party asked her to come to such a remote place?
"It has been two hundred years since we last met, yet Senior Sister's elegance remains unchanged. Truly worthy of congratulations." Though Lin Xuan's emotional intelligence was low, he was not so foolish