Northwest of Central Prefecture, Ningcheng County.
As evening gradually darkened, the peddlers doing business along the long street were poking at the stoves beneath their stalls, trying to make the fires burn hotter.
Then a woman came down the street and stopped before one of the stands.
She possessed beauty that could topple a nation, dressed in a long snow-white gown. Her gaze was as gentle and profound as autumn waters, her skin whiter than snow, yet her expression was cold, carrying the haughty air of keeping strangers at arm's length.
Every evening, she came here to buy a sweet potato. She seemed to enjoy them, yet she always muttered that they were not as delicious as the ones he roasted.
At first, the peddler had dared not speak out in anger, but after hearing it so many times, he could not help complaining a little.
"Miss, you always say mine aren't as good as someone else's. Why do you still come here to buy them?"
"Because he isn't here."
The woman peeled the sweet potato and narrowed her eyes. "Do you know? I've actually only met him once."
The peddler pursed his lips after hearing that, thinking, How would I know that? But I do know that if the 'he' in this young lady's words is a man, she is probably pining for love.
After buying the sweet potato, the woman left along the long street and headed toward a deserted courtyard.
Spirit Sword Mountain disciples had once been attacked in Qingzhou. After exhaustive tracking and investigation, the clues had led to the Qiling Ruins.
But there was one matter that many people had overlooked.
Chen Qinghe's original identity.
The Chen Clan Immortal Family had a rule for accepting disciples, one unlike that of any other immortal sect: all