Grey Stone City.
The backyard of the An family caravan's lodging.
Inside the guest room.
Jing Huilan, dressed in a slender, exquisite emerald gauze dress, had just returned. Before she even had the chance to wait upon Shen Ping for his bath and a change of clothes, she had been invited here by An Zhi. Sitting with dignified posture on a wooden chair, she spoke softly, "I wonder what matter Fellow Daoist An wishes to discuss?"
An Zhi looked at the water-soft Jing Huilan, a flicker of deep-seated envy flashing in the depths of her eyes. Back then, the reason she and her younger sister had been willing to accompany Shen Ping to Grey Stone City was precisely to forge a profound bond of affinity with this man named Shen Ping. In the end, however, this woman from the Jing family had beaten them to it.
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