He knocked-that meant two knocks.
With two soft sounds, the illusory realm projected by the Azure Sky Mirror dissolved, and a person appeared on the ground.
The man was covered in dust and dirt, but his expression remained aloof and proud. It was Tong Yan.
Tong Yan was somewhat surprised to see Jing Jiu, but showed none of it, not even raising an eyebrow.
What Jing Jiu noticed first was still that his eyebrows had grown thicker. "What happened?" he asked.
Tong Yan raised a hand to touch them. "Perhaps they spent too long growing underground."
"They're not grass," Jing Jiu said.
The little blade of grass swayed twice. Qing'er flew out, beating her transparent wings, and circled Jing Jiu swiftly three times, looking very excited.
"How come you're here? How did you find us?" she asked in delighted surprise.
"I wasn't looking for you," Jing Jiu said. "I came to Cold Mountain to deal with something and happened upon you."
Qing'er was not disappointed to hear this. Clasping her little hands before her, her eyes bright as stars, she said happily, "That's what fate is!"
Jing Jiu thought, You can interpret it that way too?
Qing'er turned to Tong Yan. "You've always refused to trust anyone or ask for help, but now he's come to your door himself. You can't let him leave again."
"Have you been hiding here all this time?" Jing Jiu asked.
The Zhongzhou Sect was a leader of the orthodox path, with extremely deep roots in the Imperial Court and immense power. With the entire sect hunting a single traitor, everyone thought that person was certain to die. Yet after all this time, Tong Yan was still alive, and before today, no one had even known where he was hiding.
This was even more unimaginable