Shu Mountain, Silver Sword Peak.
Zhao Lu paced back and forth anxiously.
Something had happened at Silver Sword Peak.
Today, a Young Elder of Silver Sword Peak had fallen in love with a Horse Demon and been discovered.
Though it had not led to any grave mistake, and the Young Elder had come to his senses in time, the matter had still caused an uproar.
That Young Elder had shut himself away in his cave dwelling, seemingly overcome with depression.
This should have been the emergency Senior Brother had mentioned.
So Zhao Lu decided to go comfort the Young Elder.
As Senior Brother's most doted-on junior sister, and the one who had remained by his side the longest, Zhao Lu believed she had already learned the essence of Senior Brother's ways.
For a case like this Young Elder's, no needles, no medicine—just sit here and have a chat with you, treating you through conversation.
Before long, Zhao Lu arrived at the Young Elder's cave dwelling with gifts of condolence.
The Young Elder now looked as if his soul had been sucked out of him, his entire being steeped in utter despondency.
His beard and hair hung lifelessly over his face and shoulders in a wild, tangled mess.
His back was no longer straight, but slightly hunched, as though a burden of a thousand pounds weighed upon it, making that crushing pressure unbearable.
From afar, he looked as though he had aged more than a decade overnight. His once-bright eyes had lost their shine, turning dim and weary.
It seemed the rumors had wounded him deeply.
"I feel like everyone in Shu Mountain is talking about me, laughing at me! They're all mocking me behind my back—I'm too ashamed to face anyone.
They're gossiping about me behind my back... To be