The woman was dressed in plain white clothes with her face concealed by a veil, and she held a scroll in her arms. Despite the sweltering summer heat, she appeared neither hurried nor anxious, quietly standing at the door with her maid accompanying her.  0

Song You recognized her at a glance; it was Miss Wanjiang from the Hexian Pavilion.  0

Her graceful presence seemed to linger in his mind, and the sound of her qin still echoed in his ears.  0

However, with her face veiled now, the Daoist felt a moment of disorientation. He realized that he had already caught a fleeting glimpse of her earlier in front of the Hexian Pavilion.  0

Song You exchanged glances with the little girl and walked over.  0

“Ladies…” He looked toward them. He couldn’t tell if there were two or just one woman.  0

“Sir.” It seemed the two women had only just noticed him, and they both bowed in greeting. Their voices came one after the other.  0

Song You hurriedly returned the greeting, then took out his key. While unlocking the door, he asked, “Are you two looking for me?”  0

“Indeed we are,” the woman in white replied gently. “Seeing that you had closed the door, we asked the neighbors, who informed us that you left this morning and have been keeping the door open for the past few days. So we decided...0