Jiang Xue turned her head to look back and suddenly saw a face she knew all too well.
The woman looked to be in her twenties. Her eyes were clear and bright, her lips a vivid red, and her nose high-bridged. She was quite beautiful, the kind of woman whose loveliness only grew the longer one looked.
She was merely standing there, yet several hidden gazes nearby were already drawn to her.
Jiang Xue's gaze suddenly froze.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Just then, the woman hurried over and circled Jiang Xue, exclaiming in delight:
"It really is you, Junior Sister Jiang!"
She lifted her face and rubbed her eyes:
"For a moment, I only thought you looked familiar, so I called out without thinking. Who would have thought? Who would have thought..."
The woman began to stumble over her words, seemingly too excited to speak coherently.
Jiang Xue, however, had already composed herself. She took the woman by the arm and called softly:
"Senior Sister Lin Zhu."
This woman was none other than Jiang Xue's former fellow disciple, a former student of the Qingqiu Dao in Ninglu Prefecture.
Before Lin Zhu could react, Jiang Xue pushed open the side door of the Yanlu Merchant Association and led her inside.
When fellow disciples met again, they naturally had plenty to catch up on.
Jiang Xue brought Lin Zhu to her room and settled her into a seat. Then she found a steward and asked him to fetch Xu Shaonian.
"You've grown a lot during this time, Junior Sister."
Lin Zhu watched Jiang Xue bustle about in silence. At last, she sighed with feeling.
Jiang Xue fell silent for several breaths, then broke into a smile:
"Without the sect to shelter me, I had to rely on