In the courtyard, the Jambu Gate appeared.
White Dragon's gaze was calm. Having entered and exited this gate several times before, passing through it was nothing unusual to her.
Seeing Xiang Yuan poking his head around and scratching at his ears and cheeks, clearly reluctant to leave, she sighed. "Junior Brother, the rules are the rules. Don't overthink it. Come in with me."
"Senior Sister, the road ahead is fraught with peril..."
"You needn't worry. You and I share a certain karmic connection. I won't stand by and watch you throw your life away for nothing."
"Huh?"
Xiang Yuan froze at her words. What kind of karmic connection could there possibly be between him and White Dragon?
Was everyone in the world somehow fated with him?
Then he thought about it. White Dragon had a cold temperament and ought to have been the quiet type, yet ever since they met, she had spoken kindly to him. She had patiently explained even things that need not have been said at all. She was clearly looking after him deliberately.
Could it be...
Doubi thought of his own orphaned background. White Dragon was actually his older sister. The siblings had been separated since childhood; White Dragon had been taken back to the sect by a Daoist nun, learned from a master until her skills were complete, traveled the world, and finally found the younger brother she had lost for years in Fengxian County.
"Senior Sister, what karmic connection could there be between us?"
Xiang Yuan's heart clenched. Yellow Heaven above, she had to be a cousin—absolutely not his blood sister.
"Let's go. The gate is open."
White Dragon gave him the same answer as before. "If you return alive, I'll tell you."
Whether she was dangling his curiosity or doing it deliberately to