Bai Zao said, "Senior Brother Tong Yan doesn't know, and he won't even tell me where he went."
Her earlier feeling that something was about to happen had been connected to this.
Three years ago, Tong Yan had disappeared for a time, and after returning to the mountain, he had refused to say a word about what had happened.
Jing Jiu thought for a while, then said, "It's all right."
Once he said it was all right, Bai Zao felt much more at ease.
Although her cultivation realm was much higher than his, perhaps their experiences on the Snowfield had given her an unimaginable degree of trust in him.
She suddenly noticed that Jing Jiu was wearing a plain cloth shirt today.
She raised her hand, running her fingers over the slightly rough surface of the shirt, and asked curiously, "What about that white robe?"
Jing Jiu said, "The white robes are made from Heavenly Silkworm silk. It's relatively rare."
In fact, there were still many white robes atop Divine End Peak, but each one he used meant one fewer remaining.
Three white robes had been ruined in the Demon-Suppressing Prison. This had made him somewhat uneasy, so after coming out, he had switched to plain cloth.
"Heavenly Silkworm silk... is that the silk from that... cocoon on the Snowfield?"
Bai Zao asked, her face faintly flushed.
Jing Jiu said, "It should be much the same."
There was no telling what Bai Zao had thought of as she gazed at him, somewhat lost in thought.
Jing Jiu did not notice. He reached out to catch a crabapple blossom drifting down from a branch and remained silent.
However precious and rare Heavenly Silkworm silk might be, it could still be found, but the woman who had once made clothes for him