No one knew what Han Li, the old devil Han, had said to Xiao Cuier and her grandfather, Xiao Zhen. At any rate, the next day, around midmorning, just as Mo Caihuan was looking rather disheveled and begging her master, the Flame Immortal, for a little help in the bamboo grove courtyard, he happened to show up at her door.
Han Li had just called out twice to the empty "grove of weeds and rocks" before him. Though he still hadn't received a response, he wasn't in a hurry. He continued to wait patiently, hands clasped in a proper salute.
He could tell that this desolate wilderness was concealed beneath an extremely sophisticated formation. If Xiao Cuier hadn't told him that this was the place, he likely wouldn't have given it a second glance even if he'd passed right by.
He had also just tried to walk straight in, but the result... He was still standing right here. No matter what he tried, the short distance before him was like an impassable chasm, and he couldn't cross it by even the slightest amount. It was truly mysterious, and countless times more sophisticated than the formation diagram he'd obtained from Qi Yunxiao.
That was precisely why, despite waiting for so long, he hadn't dared show the slightest disrespect and had continued to wait patiently and deferentially.
"!?"
He didn't know how long had passed when, at last, the formation ahead rippled faintly.
Then Han Li saw a tall immortal maiden emerge, dressed in a plain, flowing gauze skirt, a purple sword at her waist, and a bamboo hat, veil, and face covering obscuring her features. Beside her was a petite, adorable little girl with twin buns, dressed in a bright red outfit and wearing a red fish-tail scarf around her