Fu Shiyue's intuition told him that this tile etched with mysterious runes was anything but ordinary.
Yet he had hit a wall with his father.
But he was not particularly angered. Though Fu Shiyue was only fifteen, he had long accepted the fact that his father was an ordinary, mediocre man.
Perhaps he could only wait for his grandfather to emerge from seclusion.
"Brother Yue, were you looking for me?"
In the courtyard of the Fu Family residence, a crisp, sweet young girl's voice rang out. Fu Shiyue raised his head and looked at the lively young girl in a green dress standing before him.
Her name was Fu Ning'er. It was said that she was the granddaughter of a life-and-death friend Fu Wennian had made while traveling abroad years ago.
Later, Fu Wennian's old acquaintance met with misfortune. Before dying, he entrusted his granddaughter to the Fu Family.
To evade pursuit from her enemies, she had changed her surname to Fu as well.
Eight years had passed since then.
"Ning'er."
Fu Shiyue raised his head and glanced in Fu Ning'er's direction.
Fu Ning'er was fourteen this year, only one year younger than him.
Fu Ning'er had been only six when she came to the Fu Family, but in their everyday interactions, Fu Shiyue had discovered that she seemed to possess many insights into cultivating immortality that differed from ordinary people's.
Out of curiosity, Fu Shiyue had once asked Fu Ning'er what was going on. She had merely answered that her grandfather had taught her those things.
But although Fu Shiyue felt that none of this was so simple, he did not press her further.
When the time came to speak of it, Ning'er would surely tell him everything.
That was what Fu Shiyue believed.
And now, it was once