As Zhuo Qing hurried toward the fence, she almost felt as though she were dreaming. Rather than running straight to the courtyard gate, she ran a short distance along the fence before briskly approaching the entrance.
"Mr. Yi, Hui Mian!"
Zhuo Qing's voice brimmed with irrepressible delight. Only after stepping through the gate did she seem to notice the old man and child beside Yi Shuyuan.
"They are...?"
Looking at Qi Zhongbin and Stoneborn, Zhuo Qing visibly froze. Fortunately, Stoneborn's words soon interrupted the wild thoughts tumbling through her mind.
"Master, she... looks so much like you... no, like the form you transformed into..."
Stoneborn could barely get his words straight. This young woman bore at least an eighty-percent resemblance to his master's female immortal form!
Not only was Stoneborn utterly stunned, but Qi Zhongbin also stood rooted to the spot. He examined the woman who had come out, then looked at his master. Though he did not cry out, his astonishment was practically written all over his face.
Yi Shuyuan patted his forehead. He had nearly forgotten about this.
"She certainly does! Back then, I followed my thoughts and my heart, taking her appearance as the model for my transformation."
As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan led Stoneborn and Qi Zhongbin over.
"This is Miss Zhuo Qing, a friend of mine!"
Then Yi Shuyuan pointed to Stoneborn and Qi Zhongbin.
"These two are my disciples. This one is Mo Shisheng, and this one is Qi Zhongbin!"
Stoneborn knew his manners. At other times, he might have been more casual, but his master was formally introducing him as his disciple, so he hurriedly bowed to Zhuo Qing.
There was even less need to mention Qi Zhongbin. Not daring to be remiss, he gave a perfectly proper bow, though he was unsure