Perhaps many cultivators would have spared a place like Pingzhou no more than a passing glance. Even in the eyes of some powerful mortals, it was merely "little Pingzhou."
But Yu Xinmei had already gained a profound understanding of these mortal cities, places where ordinary people gathered to live, recuperate, and raise their families.
This so-called little Pingzhou was home to thousands of households. Everyone had their own thoughts and temperaments; men and women, young and old, went about their business, rising to work at sunrise and resting at sunset.
All manner of locals and an endless stream of visitors made up this seemingly unremarkable Pingzhou City, and together they produced an intricate enough tapestry of auras.
Finding someone in such a city, determining whether that person truly was not here, was no easy task. Sometimes a person's fate could change. Though the changes were slight, they really did happen.
Nor could she limit her search to men. After all, it was hardly unusual for someone who had been male in a previous life to be reborn female. Her only consolation was that Zhou Youzhi had died less than thirty years ago at most, so he was unlikely to be very old in this life.
Sometimes Yu Xinmei even wondered whether she had already met Zhou Youzhi without recognizing him. Had she already missed him?
Under the starry night sky, Yu Xinmei sat cross-legged beneath a willow beside the Zhuoyang River. She had tried staying at an inn in the city, but she felt more comfortable by the water, where it was easier to settle her mind.
Several days had passed. She could not claim to have visited every corner of Pingzhou City, but her hopes seemed slim now. During that time, a white rainbow had streaked across the sky