Tap, tap, tap~
Beneath the silent night sky, the group headed straight toward a secluded cottage on the western side of the village.
Sun En walked at the front, his eyes flickering as he stared into the cottage.
He seemed to sense something inside.
"Creak-"
Just as they reached the cottage entrance, the wooden door, which had stood ajar, suddenly opened of its own accord.
A candle flame suddenly sprang to life inside the pitch-black cottage, illuminating it.
The group froze in surprise, then immediately grew wary.
But just then, a calm voice came from within. "Fellow Daoist Sun, have you been well since we last met?"
A hint of delight immediately appeared on Sun En's face. He laughed. "Daoist Friend Xiaoyao, it really is you!"
With that, the profound aura that had just begun gathering around him dispersed, and he strode into the cottage with a smile.
Confusion appeared in the eyes of Bai Yujing and the others. Sun En knew the person inside?
Yu Huatian had been pondering what exactly was drawing him toward Heart of the Lake Island. At those words, a trace of puzzlement flashed through his eyes as well.
Fellow Daoist Xiaoyao?
Could it be... Xiaoyaozi?!
Yu Huatian's pupils contracted as he began to guess who was inside the cottage.
But whether it really was him remained to be confirmed...
The group entered the cottage and immediately saw a white-robed Daoist sitting cross-legged beside the candle.
His beard and hair were white, yet he did not look old. On the contrary, his skin was fair and firm. Were it not for the unmistakable weathering and antiquity in his eyes, some might even have believed he was a young man.
He wore a white Daoist robe, his long hair tied in a topknot. His bearing resembled