The seventh day of the seventh month? Hu Xiaotian's heart jolted violently. He recalled his earlier arrangement with Liu Yuzhang. Liu Yuzhang certainly would not miss this annual opportunity, and Ji Feihua should arrive on time as well. By then, he should be able to find the two skulls. Perhaps the skulls were no longer quite so important, though. After all, Ji Feihua and Qiqi had each deciphered the information contained in one skull. As long as they joined forces, opening the Underground Palace would no longer pose an obstacle.
Why did Huo Xiaoru insist on coming on the seventh day of the seventh month? The two stolen skulls should be in her possession, and now both scrolls of the Heavenly Man Myriad Images Diagram had fallen into her hands as well. What exactly had transformed a once frail dancing girl into the cold, ruthless woman she was today? Was the present Huo Xiaoru still the woman he had known? Had she changed, or had he never understood her at all? Had she always been like this?
The afternoon sunlight in the Yong Capital was lovely, yet Xue Shengjing's mood was somewhat gloomy. He walked into Ningqing Garden through the afternoon sunshine. Amid the flowers, Huo Xiaoru stood quietly in a long white dress. Even the sight of her back was infinitely beautiful, as though all the flowers had lost their colors. Yet it was not his daughter's peerless beauty that caught Xue Shengjing's attention. His gaze fell on the shadow cast upon the ground. However strong the sunlight, there were always places it could not reach.
Although Huo Xiaoru did not turn around, she seemed already aware of his arrival. "Father, for you to spare time from your busy schedule to come here, there must be something important."
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