Myriad Dao Sect, Karma Blood Peak.
A few months ago, Xue Kui had sent Wang Qian and her daughter away.
A month ago, Xue Kui had used a mission as an excuse to send Yu Yunwei away as well.
The mountaintop, once so lively, now held only Xue Kui, sitting in the courtyard, drinking and watching Little Imperial Uncle.
Xue Kui had always lived this way, but now that she was once again alone on the mountaintop, she couldn't help feeling lonely.
"Xue Kui, here's what you asked for." At noon, Qing Yuan arrived at the summit of Karma Blood Peak and handed her something that looked like a doll.
"Thanks for the effort." Xue Kui smiled faintly, took the doll, and examined it closely. "Not bad. You made it pretty exquisite."
"You can trust anything that comes from my hands." Qing Yuan sat on a stone stool and poured herself a cup of tea. "But, Xue Kui, think this through. Are you really going to do this? Never mind whether you can find your master—if the Sect Master finds out, things will get tricky."
Xue Kui smiled. "I've spent three thousand years searching for my master. This is the best chance I've ever had. Do you think I'd give up?"
"Fine." Qing Yuan sighed.
She still didn't approve of Xue Kui's plan.
It was far too risky.
But she knew that once her friend had made up her mind, nothing she said would change it.
"Don't worry. This has nothing to do with you, and I won't drag you down with me." Xue Kui smiled. "If I'm discovered, I'll say I stole this puppet from your courtyard. I'll take full responsibility."
"Why are we talking about dragging each other down?" Qing Yuan shot Xue Kui a look. "You saved