True Man Jingxuan’s gaze drifted slowly, landing on the winter plum in the corner of the room. Its sparse, pale yellow blossoms endured the biting cold, their color and fragrance unchanged.
"I still remember when she and I studied together at the Jiushao Sect. I was just as full of youthful spirit as you are now, feeling as though the entire world was beneath my notice. How time flies. If it weren't for what happened back then..." As True Man Jingxuan spoke, her eyes, usually as icy as frost, revealed a flicker of sorrow and regret.
*Those who pry into destiny are fated to walk a lonely path...*
Chapter 115