Zhao He hesitated briefly, then took an old communication talisman from the space within her hairpin and carefully sent a strand of divine sense into it.
After her divine sense entered it, no reply came for a long time.
Zhao He gave a bitter smile. Just as she was about to put away the communication talisman and ask the disciples guarding the spirit fields where Song Yunyan's cave abode was, the talisman suddenly lit up.
"Zhao He? You're still alive?"
Hearing that confident voice, Zhao He suddenly felt annoyed. Why should she be afraid of her?
"It's me! Your great-aunt is doing just fine!"
A scornful laugh came from the communication talisman. "I'm at Yan Mountain. If you have something to say, get your ass over here!"
With that, the other party directly cut off the transmission.
"This Song Yunyan is still as irritating as ever!"
After saying this through gritted teeth, Zhao He put away the communication talisman and stormed off to Yan Mountain, where she found Song Yunyan's cave abode.
"Song Yunyan, your great-aunt is here! Get your ass out here!"
With a creak, the stone doors of the cave abode opened, and a stunningly beautiful female cultivator in palace robes stepped slowly out.
This female cultivator in palace robes was Song Yunyan.
She looked at Zhao He with a faintly smiling expression, amusement glinting in her eyes.
"Zhao He, when you broke with me on the spot, you said you never wanted to see me again for the rest of your life. Why have you come running to find me today?"
A trace of awkwardness appeared in Zhao He's eyes. "I did say that, but that was hundreds of years ago. Do you really have to keep gripping this point and refuse to let go?"
Song Yunyan