Three fast horses came to a stop.
Xiang Yuan recognized Lesser Morality Temple and silently thought it was fate. Once again, he thanked Venerable Lord of Morality, the master of this place.
Later, he would spend some money to have someone tidy it up and set the old man's clay statue back in place.
"Senior Sister, they're here, they're here."
Tang Rou tugged on Sima Qingyan's sleeve and pointed at Xiang Yuan among the three. "That's him. At Song Family Village, he cut down seven Yellow Springs Dao disciples in a row. He's incredible."
Sima Qingyan's expression turned strange in an instant.
The model student senior sister's chest hurt the moment she saw Xiang Yuan. Clenching the treasured sword she had spent five thousand taels of silver to redeem, she dearly wished to smack Tang Rou atop the head and ask whether she was blind.
Kindhearted, modest, pure and good... this guy?
"Eh, Miss Sima, you're here too?"
Xiang Yuan was slightly surprised. He cupped his hands in greeting, wondering whether Sima Qingyan's appearance had been arranged by Xiao He. He had not seen that clown for several days and suspected the fellow was holding back something big.
"Little Brother Xiang, you know Senior Sister?"
After saying that, Tang Rou suddenly understood. Xiang Yuan had once been a constable, so he must have met the county magistrate's precious daughter at the yamen. It was hardly strange for the two to know each other; she had not thought far enough.
"You could say we know each other."
Sima Qingyan returned the salute, then said, "I study at Yulin Academy. We are fellow students, so we became acquainted."
Seeing that both were somewhat cool toward each other and clearly no more than nodding acquaintances, Tang Rou immediately perked up and began telling