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Fixed ideas could get people killed.

Qiao Ranran thought she should visit the Library Pavilion. Pei Ling had not gone into detail, but she needed to find out exactly what the Soul-Chasing Scripture said. That would help her decide how to handle things from here on.

Zhou Lukang had given her a map earlier. The Profound Heart Sect covered a vast area but had few people, and she could walk through the sect without meeting anyone. To keep his newly arrived junior sister from getting lost, Zhou Lukang had kindly supplied a detailed map and said she could ask him for help whenever she needed it—even with something as small as showing her the way!

So Qiao Ranran had never expected to meet anyone at the Library Pavilion entrance. Before she could marvel at how the dilapidated building looked ready to collapse at any moment, she spotted someone standing outside.

A figure slowly took shape in the breeze, his hair tips and the hem of his robe seeming to remain part of the wind, ready to drift away with it.

Qiao Ranran's gaze settled on his silver hair. It was a color that should have made him look old, yet on him it held a mysterious quality, as though every strand carried its own rhythm and hidden meaning.

She did not know him, but in that moment, she guessed who he was.

Cen Xian. Her master Xi Lingge's senior martial brother, keeper of the Profound Heart Sect's Heavenly Secrets lineage and heir to its Divination arts. His eyes, it was said, could see through Heavenly Secrets.

So when those eyes swept over Qiao Ranran with a faint chill, she could not help shivering. Her mind was already filling in the rest of the story. She spared a thought for Pei