(Sorry, sorry. This chapter was uploaded two hours late—a massive 28,000-word chapter.)
A torrential downpour fell. At noon, the sky was dark and murky, the roads an utter mess of mud, splashing sludge everywhere.
A suspension bridge stretched across the river. Beneath it, waves surged and roared. The old bridge's iron chains and wooden planks swayed violently in the wind and rain, nearly flipping over.
A group walked along the riverbank beneath umbrellas. There was a green-robed swordsman, with a woman in yellow beside him.
Behind them followed a young man and woman. The man was as graceful as a jade tree in the wind, while the woman wore her hair in twin buns.
There were also two men who looked like attendants, an old man and a youth. Wearing a yellow hat, green shoes, and carrying a green bamboo staff, they walked at the very rear.
Raindrops as large as yellow beans struck the Oiled Paper Umbrellas with sharp pattering sounds.
Far away, a single light flickered faintly, as tiny as a firefly.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the suspension bridge swaying over the river and asked, "Was this Chilin River where that Immortal painting first appeared?"
Ye Yunyun nodded and said gravely, "This was the place."
At dawn today, Ye Yunyun had suddenly sought out Chen Ping'an and bluntly asked him for a favor. Since she and Du Hanling of Golden Summit Temple were certainly incapable of catching the thief red-handed, they could at least see whether they could follow the vine to find the melon, giving her and Du Hanling a reasonable excuse to go up the mountain and challenge each other with their fists.
This Mountain Lord of Tongye Continent had actually dared to become her "Taoist Companion for a moment"? Ye Yunyun intended to weigh him