Turning Clouds and Rain

Huaqing Pond was a place where spiritual veins converged within the Blessed Land. Its waters were condensed from the essence of ten-thousand-year earth marrow, capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bare bones.

Lush fragrant grass carpeted the pondside, immortal aura drifted through the air, and spiritual mist curled around the waters.

Before Shen Qingzhou, a slender figure sat with her back to him on a smooth blue stone by the pond. Her snow-white calves swayed gently in the warm water, occasionally splashing up rings of ripples.

Her ink-black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, while her pure white Daoist robe made her temperament seem all the more ethereal.

"Senior Sister, it is time to leave the Blessed Land," Shen Qingzhou called softly.

The figure paused. She did not turn around at once, instead falling silent for a moment before saying, "Oh? So you still know I am your senior sister? I thought someone had become a True Lord's disciple and attained Upper-Grade Foundation Establishment, and had long since forgotten this senior sister of his."

The tone was exceedingly familiar, carrying a few traces of displeasure amid the teasing.

Shen Qingzhou scratched his head and could only smile apologetically. "How would I dare? Senior Sister has helped me greatly. How could I possibly let you down?"

"Come here," Su Yu suddenly said.

Shen Qingzhou obediently sat beside her, their reflections mirrored in the pond.

At last, she turned around. The exhaustion and confusion she had worn in Peach Blossom Spring were gone from her lovely face. Her skin had once more become fair and translucent, and that familiar slyness had returned to her eyes.

She looked Shen Qingzhou up and down, curling her lips. "What is it? Half a year apart, and you have forgotten how to speak?