"Who is the Sword Child? Is it her, or someone else?"
Elder Mu followed Zhou Tong into the Zhou Household. Sitting on a stool, she swept her gaze around and pondered in secret.
The formation diagram within the sect and the one in her hand were mother-and-child formation diagrams.
The child diagram possessed no other abilities. It could only point toward the location sensed by the mother diagram, and it could not be wrong.
The Sword Child was either someone in this household or had once come here.
"Grandma, here's some water for you."
Zhou Tong came out of the kitchen carrying water and handed it to the old woman before her.
"Thank you, little girl. What's your name? Do you live alone?"
Elder Mu accepted the water with trembling hands, immediately took two sips, then asked with a kindly smile.
"My name is Zhou Tong. I live with my mother and my older brother.
"What's your name, Grandma? How far have you traveled? What are you doing in the city?"
"Just call me Mu Lao. Very far. I came to find someone."
"How far is very far? Who are you looking for?"
"Across ten thousand miles, looking for someone very important."
"Ten thousand miles! That's so far! Mu Lao, you're amazing. You must have been to lots of places. Can you tell me about them?
"And that very important person—is he your husband? Or your son or daughter, your grandson or granddaughter?"
"When you get old, your memory gets bad."
"Tell me."
"..."
Zhou Tong usually stayed at home, and lately she had even been forbidden from practicing swordsmanship. With a stranger suddenly appearing, she was filled with curiosity and kept firing off questions.
Elder Mu was left both amused and exasperated by Zhou Tong's string of questions.
Why