Among their conversation, there was nothing but admiration for Uncle He, deeply feeling that their uncle could dominate the current era, just as Ancestor Master Biyou did many years ago, his sword bringing silence to all directions.
Yet Uncle He, the subject of their discussion, did not respond; he simply walked in silence at the forefront of the group.
Gazing at the bustling streets before her, He Yinglian found herself reminiscing about the time she and Big Brother Lu had roamed the city together. Since their parting that day, she had heard nothing from Lu Yu, who was rumored to have traveled overseas with a strange monkey in search of immortality and the Taoist Way.
Sometimes, she wondered if Big Brother Lu had already passed away, but in her heart, she harbored a wish, hoping that one day she could still see Big Brother Lu's radiant smile.
"Qingyun, do you think this mask suits me?" a familiar voice reached her ears.