Ever since she had resolved the clash of True Qi within her and fused her Divine Intent, Second Dream had come to the river every day, waiting for that figure.
She actually had no idea whether Lin Lang would come. He had not said so that day, and she did not even know his name yet.
She also worried that Lin Lang had gone to duel someone. What if he died?
Second Dream regretted not asking whom he was going to fight.
Severed Sentiment Abode had no contact with the outside world, and she rarely left. If she waited another day without seeing that figure, she planned to go ask around for news of Lin Lang.
She believed there could not be many people in the Jianghu so young yet so powerful.
That day, she came to wait by the river again. Holding a twig, she idly drew on the ground. Gradually, the drawing took on the shape of a person, whose brows and eyes bore some resemblance to Lin Lang.
"Will he come? He gave me such a precious cultivation method, one even my father couldn't devise. He must consider me a friend, right?"
"Who exactly is he? Who is his master? He doesn't have a grudge against Father, does he?"
Although her father had made quite a few enemies in the Jianghu back then, he had stayed out of it for many years. Whenever he went out, it was to visit Uncle First Evil Emperor. Lin Lang was so young; he probably had no grudge against her father.
"To possess such strength at his age, and be so handsome, he must already be married. Perhaps he even has more than one lady love."
At that thought, Second Dream hurriedly shook her head. What was she thinking?
"Father wants