(Girls' Literature)
It was precisely because Lu Wenbin had misjudged the place twice and grown curious about it that he invited Ba Hongwen aboard to speak with him.
Half an hour later, Ba Hongwen took his leave.
Lu Wenbin rose and went to the window, gazing toward the distant riverbank and that utterly ordinary-looking grassy shoal.
From afar, spiritual essence seemed to fill the place, countless times richer than it had been five hundred years ago. In a daze, Lu Wenbin even felt that it was no less impressive than the back mountain of the Sacred Hall, one of the places where spiritual energy gathered most densely.
"Every time I see it, I feel this way. How could it possibly be an illusion?"
Lu Wenbin silently asked himself.
His figure before the window gradually faded, ultimately vanishing completely.
Then he appeared among the trees on the riverbank, his form solidifying.
He looked around, disappointment surfacing on his face.
Yes, that feeling had vanished once again.
"Even a mirage should have a source of its own, yet there is still nothing to be found. That alone is a strange matter," Lu Wenbin murmured.
Flies and insects occasionally fluttered through the waist-high grass, while earthworms silently crawled across the black soil faintly exposed beneath it.
Lu Wenbin could not help recalling the first time he had come here to investigate countless years ago, when he had seen the corpse of a young man here.
After so many years, even Lu Wenbin's impression of that corpse had grown somewhat vague. He only vaguely remembered that when he found him, he had not been dead for long. In the heavy rain, he had looked as though he were sleeping peacefully.
Now, five hundred years later, that corpse had disappeared without a trace.
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