The crescent moon shone like frost.
Amid the scattered stars, two figures hung high in the night sky.
One had white hair that nearly reached his knees, wore a violet Daoist robe, and though his weathered face bore sparse whiskers, he still carried a touch of carefree irreverence.
The other had flowing long hair, a beauty as bewitching as a demon's, a black robe, and a three-foot azure blade at his waist.
Those narrow eyes looked down at Xiao Jinghong below with a trace of scrutiny.
They were none other than the "White Immortal," Gongye Bai, and his disciple Shui Hetong, who had just arrived at Wushan Mutual Market from Shu Prefecture City.
Xiao Jinghong raised her head to examine the two of them. A thoughtful glint flashed beneath her Half Armor Mask before she suddenly spoke.
"Are you... Senior Uncle White?"
"Martial nephew Jinghong, I never expected you to still recognize this old man."
White Immortal laughed heartily. His white hair swayed behind him as he descended to her side.
Shui Hetong followed close behind and bowed. "Wind and Rain Tower's Shui Hetong greets Junior Sister Xiao."
Seeing the kindly smiles on their faces, Su Zhenyue, who had been on guard nearby, relaxed.
Before Xiao Jinghong could speak, she silently withdrew to prepare tea for the three of them.
Xiao Jinghong naturally paid no mind to that. Her gaze passed over White Immortal and Shui Hetong in turn as she cupped her fists.
"Jinghong pays her respects to Senior Uncle White and Senior Brother Shui."
White Immortal waved a hand. "No need for such formality."
"This old man came uninvited. It is enough if you do not blame me for my rudeness."
"You jest, Senior Uncle. Jinghong would not dare."
As Xiao Jinghong spoke, she made an inviting gesture