I clutched the Yin-Yang Token in my hand, my heart pounding as I hurriedly opened the door. If anything seemed wrong, I planned to use it to return to the living world. Nangong Yu was impressive—she had secluded herself for three days, and I had no idea how far her cultivation had advanced now.
The door opened, and an old woman dressed in white stood outside. Not the slightest expression showed on her face, as if she had concealed every trace of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
Coldness—that was my first impression of her. Only afterward did I notice her features and age.
Her hair was completely white, making her look around seventy, but her face was remarkably clean, with very few wrinkles. She had absolutely less than half of Granny Sun's wrinkles. One could imagine how stunningly beautiful she must have been in her youth.
"Senior Nangong, I'm Xia Yitian. I came to pay my respects at my master's behest." I quickly bowed to her.
Nangong Yu nodded. A trace of emotion faintly tugged at her icy face. "You're Cun Zhi's disciple. I never thought that even after his death, he would take on another disciple like you. Have you eaten?"
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Nangong. I've already eaten." The coldness I had felt earlier faded considerably. Senior Nangong did not seem quite as difficult to get along with as I had imagined.
"Call me Martial Aunt."
"Oh, Martial Aunt Nangong." I hurriedly addressed her that way. In truth, I had been debating whether I should call her "Master's Wife," but seeing her cold expression and rigid manner, I swallowed the words before they could leave my mouth.
"I've already read the letter with my disciple. Is your master doing well over there?" Martial Aunt Nangong asked