The Zhou Family's convoy encountered no trouble along the way. Before long, they left the deep mountain forests behind and reached the outskirts of Yinling City.
Ahu and the others breathed a sigh of relief, finally putting their minds at ease. Now that they were in Yinling City, no one would dare attack the Zhou Family's convoy. After all, the family wielded considerable power here.
"Elder Zhou, I heard your eldest miss is ill. What exactly is wrong with her?" Jun Wangchen suddenly asked as they traveled.
Zhou De paused, then sighed. "You may not know this, young friend, but our miss has been exceptionally intelligent since childhood. She could master anything after learning it just once. Her talent is extraordinary.
"Unfortunately, she has also suffered from a strange illness since childhood. During the day, she sits in the same spot like a simpleton, repeating the same sentence over and over. Only at night does she return to normal. But as her condition worsened, her lucid periods grew shorter and shorter. Now she spends almost the entire day in that state."
"An illness like that exists?" Jun Wangchen frowned and asked, "What is the sentence she repeats during these episodes?"
Zhou De thought back and answered, "The wind whistles bleakly, the Yi River runs cold; the warrior departs, never to return."
"What?" Jun Wangchen froze and stopped walking. Staring at Zhou De in astonishment, he asked, "Are you certain those are the words?"
"I've heard them for years. There can be no mistake." Zhou De nodded firmly.
"So it's her!" Jun Wangchen clapped his hands, delight spreading across his face.
He had searched high and low in vain, only to find what he sought without any effort at all.
*The wind whistles bleakly, the Yi River runs cold; the warrior