After Li Fan and the others left, Ji Xue also departed.
Qu Qingfeng sat alone savoring his tea, and beneath the plum blossom tree behind him, a woman's silhouette gradually approached. Her demeanor was calm, her eyes veiling a trace of mist, watching the departing figures.
"What do you think?" Qu Qingfeng looked up and asked the woman.
"All of them are outstanding young individuals," the woman softly said. "Yang Qingshan, in particular, harbors extraordinary secrets."
"First there was Lu Yuan, and now Yang Qingshan. Two sword cultivators with top-tier talents who are acquainted with each other," Qu Qingfeng remarked, a smile hinting of insight into worldly affairs gracing his gaze as he sipped his tea.
"Do you know their origins?" the woman inquired softly.
