Zhang Fumin's past!
A few more days passed.
The soft glow of the moon bathed the lake in a silver light, reflecting off the water's surface like a thousand tiny stars.
Amidst this serene lake, a wooden boat was riding on the water, clearing the lotus leaves on the surface of the lake.
Yuan sat at the bow, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the sky met the lake, while Zhang Yumin leaned back her fingers playing with the chilling water of the lake.
Looking around at the lotus flowers, Zhang Fumin took a scroll from her storage ring and looked at it.
"That Lotus should be around here... Urgh. Why is it this hard to find?"
A faint smile appeared on Yuan's face as he looked at her but the smile on his lips dimmed as he remembered the three women he defiled.
He sighed in his heart, as he was still not sure how to confront them and they were still asleep in that palace of his.