Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 411 A Few Trivia
In a blink of an eye, it was daybreak and then noon. It had not snowed today. A pale golden light enveloped the town. The snow everywhere reflected the golden light, and the halo was hazy and beautiful.

There were also caravans in the border town, and many horse-drawn carriages ran over the snow-covered roads, leaving traces of their wheels.

Several wealthy men from the martial arts world came to the inn and booked the entire place. The waiters and the cooks just served them and enjoyed their free time.

The hall was empty except for the waiters who were sitting with their arms folded, chatting while the shopkeeper was away. After all, even though there was no work, the shopkeeper couldn't bear to see them idle, so he would definitely order them to sweep the snow in front of the door and wipe the table in the lobby.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

There was a slightly chaotic sound of horse hooves outside the inn, and the horses quickly approached, arrived at the door of the inn, and dismounted in a hurry.

The waiters were startled and hurried forward, ready to explain that the restaurant was booked out, but soon after, figures in white robes wrapped in wind and snow walked in, all carrying weapons.

The leader did not wait for the waiter to speak, but raised his hand and showed the sword order. The waiters immediately did not dare to stop him.

In Yanyun, this sword order is sometimes more useful than the imperial documents. After all, there are many areas in the Jianghu that are beyond the control of the imperial court.

This group of white-robed Jianghu people did not intend to talk much with the waiter, and hurried upstairs. Only a young person, who should be a junior sister, was kind enough to explain, and said crisply:

"We, the Sword Sect's Young Sword Master, are here. We are not outsiders. Don't worry about us causing trouble."

The Snow Owl flew to the eaves of the inn, closed its eyes and dozed off. It was obvious that it had flown to find these Sword Sect disciples early in the morning.

Of course, it was Guan Yunshu who ordered it.

Many disciples of the Sword Sect were outside searching for Mo Jingxue's whereabouts. Since he was dressed flashily, it would not be difficult to find them.

Guan Yunshu stood on the second floor, with her arms folded across her chest, looking at them. Seeing this, she turned aside to make way, with a pretty face, and asked politely:
"The abbot is seriously injured. Thank you for your help... I wonder if you have brought a doctor with you?"

Abbot Dongwen was seriously injured. Although Guan Yunshu's medical skills were not bad, he was not a real doctor after all and had little experience. It would be safer to let other doctors take a look at him.

"nature."

The middle-aged man in the lead saw Guan Yunshu and knew that this Buddhist nun was very close to Zhao Wumian, so he was very respectful to her.

He raised his hand and an 80-year-old man with a goatee and carrying a medicine box hurried up the stairs.

Xiao Lengyue walked out of the house, looked at everyone, then whispered "Follow me", and took the doctor to Dongwen's room.

The middle-aged man then asked curiously: "I wonder if the young sword master is..."

"He suffered some injuries and is still resting."

"what?"

The middle-aged man immediately turned around and made a hushing gesture to everyone. The Sword Sect disciples who had been so aggressive just now immediately became quiet and docile.

The middle-aged man lowered his voice, fearing that he might disturb Zhao Wumian's rest, and said softly:

"Then we will wait near the inn. If you need anything, please let the monk know."

"Thank you."

"polite……"

As soon as they finished speaking, they tiptoed downstairs.

There was a lot of footsteps when going upstairs, but now strangely there is no sound at all when going downstairs.

Guan Yunshu looked at their backs and thought to himself that Zhao Wumian was now worshipped wherever he went, and there was no shortage of people who respected and honored him everywhere.

This is completely different from the situation he was in Jin when he was cautiously hiding his head and showing his tail.

He was a local hero, a prince in the imperial court, a rebel leader, and a leader in both the black and white worlds.

Guan Yunshu thought of him, so he went to Zhao Wumian's room first and pushed the door open.

There was a stove lit in the room, and the calming incense had burned most of the way. Zhao Wumian seemed to have just woken up, sitting up from the couch, raising his hand to cover his forehead, looking like he had a hangover.

For some reason, Guan Yunshu's mood suddenly became cheerful. He took a few steps forward, his monk robe simple, elegant and holy.

"You've slept for about ten hours, right?" Her tone seemed to be blaming Zhao Wumian for his laziness, but there was a hint of smile in her voice.

"Because I dreamed of you, I couldn't help but sleep a few more hours." Zhao Wumian rubbed his dizzy forehead and said with a smile.

Guan Yunshu's eyes seemed to contain a bit of disgust and helplessness.

"I am right here, do you still need dreams?"

"You in my dream..."

"You don't have to say anything. She must be a maid who obeys you in everything and serves you tea, right?" Guan Yunshu hugged his chest and looked defensive.

"you guessed wrong."

"kindness?"

"It's the bed-warming maid... Hey, don't leave yet, get me some clothes."

Guan Yunshu paused as he was leaving, looked back, a puzzled look on his face.

Zhao Wumian waved at her, and his winter quilt slipped down a little, revealing his muscular upper body.

Guan Yunshu glanced at Zhao Wumian's Adam's apple, collarbone, chest and abdominal muscles. His expression did not change. He just withdrew his gaze and asked curiously:

"Where are your clothes?"

clothing……

Zhao Wumian recalled for a moment. He was half asleep and half awake last night, but he stayed up the whole night. Unfortunately, Xiao Lengyue had been pressing and grinding him with her white jade crescent.

After a while, he felt wet like a downpour.

His clothes were originally folded on the side, but were later packed up by his aunt along with his bed sheets and quilts and taken away to an unknown place.

Thinking of last night, Zhao Wumian felt his bones go soft for some reason. He was sure that this was not a dream but reality.

I didn’t expect my aunt to be so wild when she gets wild... She must have drugged me yesterday, and it seemed like she even pressed my acupoints to make me sleep.

Even so, she still couldn't face it... No wonder she was gone when she got up.

This is a secret of their Xiao family. It is definitely not convenient to tell Guan Yunshu before talking to Auntie. Zhao Wumian can only perfunctorily say:

"I have the habit of sleeping naked, so my aunt must have packed away my clothes... Bring me another one and put it in the saddle bag."

Sleeping naked? Guan Yunshu had no objection to this personal habit and just smiled at him casually.

"Don't sleepwalk in the future. Otherwise, if you are caught naked by the government, I won't have the nerve to take you back."

"Even if I was sleepwalking, I was only dreaming about your house, not wandering around the streets."

"Hmph." Guan Yunshu snorted lightly, and no one knew what he meant. He turned around, and his ink-black long hair that reached his knees swayed gently in the air, as if leaving behind a gust of fragrant breeze.

In a moment, she took out a small package, opened it and saw a snow-white robe inside. The hem and cuffs were embroidered with bamboo patterns. The touch of the fabric told her that it was of good quality.

Zhao Wumian looked at it for a few times and asked in a puzzled tone, "Do I have this dress?"

"When I was traveling in Yanyun, I thought this dress was nice and suitable for you, so I bought it."

Guan Yunshu placed his clothes on the bedside, his expression calm and his voice peaceful and pleasant.

"The clothes you bought for me?" Zhao Wumian looked a little surprised.

Guan Yunshu was somewhat unhappy with Zhao Wumian's reaction and frowned slightly.

"I am on good terms with you, so is it strange for me to buy you some clothes?"

Her words left Zhao Wumian speechless for a few seconds, and then he smiled and said:

"You almost forgot that you never lie..."

Zhao Wumian had a cheerful expression, stroking the dress, and asked curiously, "When can the nun sew a dress for me personally?"

Guan Yunshu felt a little unhappy when he saw Zhao Wumian's smug look and snorted coldly.

"You wish. I am just your friend, not your wife. It is impossible for me to sew clothes... or even wash clothes."

After she finished speaking, she glared at Zhao Wumian, turned and left, closed the door, and let him get dressed.

Zhao Wumian changed into a clean moon-white robe, which made his already elegant temperament even more refined and handsome. However, he had been with Luo Chaoyan and Luo Xiangzhu for too long, so his every move and gesture inevitably had a bit of nobility in it.

He pinched his sleeves and sniffed them a few times. There was a scent of sunshine on his clothes.

It has been snowing most of the time in Yanyun recently, and there are very few sunny days.

Zhao Wumian thought of the scene when the weather cleared up and the nun took out her clothes and dried them in the sun...

He got dressed and went out of the house. He heard people talking in the hall downstairs, but they were deliberately lowering their voices. He was puzzled. Why were the drinkers being so cautious while drinking?

When he went downstairs, he saw several tables of white-clad martial artists sitting in the hall. When they saw Zhao Wumian, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became quiet.

Afterwards, everyone present stood up in unison and bowed to him. Several young disciples had beaming faces and eyes of admiration.

"Young Sword Master——"

The waiter and the innkeeper had never thought that the generous man from the martial arts world last night was actually a member of the Sword Sect. They couldn't help but shrink back a little, trying to recall whether they had done anything disrespectful last night.

"Sword Sect...why are you here?"

"Everyone in the martial arts world knows that there is a Snow Owl beside the Young Sword Master. It came to us this morning and brought a letter with it. We knew that the Young Sword Master wanted to discuss something with us..."

Zhao Wumian chatted with the disciples of the Sword Sect for a few words and immediately understood. Then he went upstairs to Dong Wen's room.

The room was warm like spring, but with a slight smell of blood. An old man was sitting in front of the bed, taking Dong Wen's pulse.

Guan Yunshu stood at one side, looking around with his eyes down. When he saw Zhao Wumian approaching, he just glanced at him and then looked away, saying:

"Those Sword Sect members in the hall really admire you."

"After all, I killed the Wuxiang Emperor for them."

"They probably don't know about this yet..."

The two of them exchanged a few brief words, and Zhao Wumian looked at Xiao Lengyue again.

She was sitting in front of the stove, adding coals with tongs.

She changed into a new dress, and her hair was not tied up, but tied into a bun and hung in front of her shoulders. Compared with her previous mature woman's attire, she now undoubtedly had a more youthful look like a girl.

She put down the tongs and stood up to look. "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

Xiao Lengyue's expression remained the same as usual, with no change at all. It was impossible to tell that there was a flood last night, as if nothing had happened.

With outsiders present, Zhao Wumian did not want to ask more questions. He just nodded slightly and said, "I am a little hungry."

Before she finished speaking, Xiao Lengyue stood up and walked away, passing Zhao Wumian, her steps hurried as if she was running away, "Auntie, go ask someone to prepare some food."

Zhao Wumian looked back at her slender figure and thought of the white jade crescent moon he saw last night.

Although they were wearing underwear, Zhao Wumian could tell that Xiao Lengyue and Su Qingqi were of the same type... like little girls who never grew up.

Plump, juicy, clean...

"Zhao Wumian?"

Guan Yunshu's voice came from the side, and Zhao Wumian looked over when he heard it.

The little nun was frowning at him with a suspicious look in her eyes, "Why do you look at your aunt the same way she looks at Su Qingqi?"

Zhao Wumian was not panicked at all and asked, "What kind of look did you have?"

"Color." Guan Yunshu's words were concise and to the point.

"Isn't this the way I look at you?"

Guan Yunshu was so angry that he laughed, his chest heaving slightly, and then he signaled with his eyes to Abbot Dongwen who was lying on the bed.

The abbot is still here, what are you talking about?

My father-in-law has fainted, what is there to be afraid of... Zhao Wumian muttered to himself, came to the bedside, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

The old doctor was also from the Sword Sect and had a lot of experience. Hearing this, he considered it for a moment before saying:

"It's just an external injury, it will heal after ten days or half a month of rest."

"and then?"

Zhao Wumian knew that it was just an ordinary external injury. It was impossible for Dong Wen to be unconscious for a whole day and night, and Shamantian's attack would not cause only minor injuries.

"There is still a raging Qi in the abbot's body. Medical skills alone can only alleviate it, but there is no way to eradicate it..."

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly and looked at Guan Yunshu, remembering how he was slapped by the white wolf in Changshan and was also tortured by the energy and almost died.

It goes without saying that this must be the work of Shamantian, but Shamantian's martial arts are much stronger than Bailang's.

Generally speaking, this kind of energy can only be resolved by the person himself, unless there is some internal energy that is mutually reinforcing or counteracting... for example, a poisonous Mysterious Nether Palm encountering the extremely strong and masculine Nine Yang Divine Art.

But Zhao Wumian didn't think that Shamantian's martial arts could be used to restrain his skills.

The old doctor sighed.

"The person who injured the abbot didn't intend to hold back. With this burst of energy, the abbot should have died long ago."

"It's just that his martial arts skills are too high and his physique is strong, so his life is not in danger. But if this qi is not resolved, there is no telling when the abbot will wake up. Even if he wakes up, it will become a hidden injury that torments him all the time."

Guan Yunshu bit his lower lip lightly, his eyes moved, and then he said softly:

"As long as it's not life-threatening... As long as you're alive, there's always a way to heal this injury."

It was unclear who this was meant to comfort, so Zhao Wumian said:

"One of my purposes in coming to Yanyun was to capture Shamantian alive and force him to tell me how he maintains the balance of blood and internal energy in his body. Now it's just another reason to cause trouble for him."

Guan Yunshu glanced at him. Zhao Wumian's words were calm, but they were enough to reassure her, as if he could capture Shamantian as long as he saw him. The old doctor drove Guan Yunshu and Zhao Wumian out of the house. Abbot Dongwen obviously needed to rest at this moment, so he continued to stay in the house and diagnose Dongwen in detail.

The two left the inn, and Zhao Wumian invited Guan Yunshu to go out for some fresh air and relax.

Unfortunately, the weather was not good, the dome was dark and snow was falling again.

The fine and dense snow fell on my face, icy and cold.

The two stood at the alley beside the inn and looked up at the snow together.

"There's so much snow in Yanyun." Zhao Wumian said, "Do you like snow?"

"It's not a matter of whether I like it or not, as long as it doesn't bother me."

Guan Yunshu responded casually without much expression on his face.

Being injured is commonplace for people in the martial arts world. She was not going to die, so she quickly calmed down. However, she couldn't help but sighed and said:

"If I could also communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth, I wouldn't have to rely on you..."

Guan Yunshu is not a woman who likes to rely on others. If she had the ability to deal with Shamantian, she would definitely not want Zhao Wumian to help.

Now that everything falls on Zhao Wumian's shoulders, Guan Yunshu will only feel incompetent.

Zhao Wumian glanced at her sideways, Guan Yunshu looked up at the snow, her high nose bridge made her facial features very three-dimensional, and she had a pretty and lovely face. Looking at the snow at this moment, she had a different temperament.

He said, "If you want to build a bridge between heaven and earth, you have to see through my emotional calamity... Is there really no other way?"

Guan Yunshu glanced at him sideways with a calm expression. Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was very clear.

No.

On your own path of martial arts, only you know best where the bottlenecks are.

If Guan Yunshu says no, then there must be no.

This was not something she could get around by giving up Buddhism and returning to secular life... How could she take advantage of the bridge connecting heaven and earth?
She thinks that she doesn't need to deal with the emotional tribulation after returning to secular life, which means that she believes she cannot overcome this hurdle, so she takes shortcuts. This means that she has lost the courage to care about love.

As a warrior, if you don't have ambition, you can accomplish nothing.

Guan Yunshu doesn't care much about snow, rain or anything else, as long as it doesn't bother her.

But Zhao Wumian happened to stand in her way of martial arts and hinder her.

Even without talking about martial arts, as a nun, she shouldn't be so close to Zhao Wumian.

She has been proud all her life, the master, the leader, the unity of man and nature, everything goes smoothly and she has never encountered any obstacles.

Now she is only twenty years old and has already reached the threshold of martial arts champion. If she can successfully break through this year, her talent will probably be no less than Zhao Wumian, and second only to Su Qingqi.

Abbot Dongwen was tortured by Shaman Tian's hidden injuries, so it was impossible for Guan Yunshu not to long for a bridge between heaven and earth.

Therefore, Zhao Wumian did not say anything perfunctory like "Just stay here and take care of everything."

Guan Yunshu was not the little bird that was willing to hide under his protection for the rest of her life.

She is not like Luo Xiangzhu who has nothing but Zhao Wumian... She has her own pursuits and wishes.

But what else could Zhao Wumian say? Should he say that he hoped you would quickly break this emotional calamity with him, stop liking him, and become the martial arts champion smoothly?
He picked up the snow on the ground, rolled it into a snowball, and under Guan Yunshu's puzzled gaze, threw it hard into the sky.

"Buddhism is fucked up!"

He cursed loudly.

Guan Yunshu blinked, but covered his face with his sleeves, smiling to himself, with his beautiful eyes curved.

Zhao Wumian cursed for a few words and then figured it out. He turned to look at Guan Yunshu and said:

"Although I am known for my good temper, I will never hesitate when it comes to the girl I like. You will never be able to build a bridge between heaven and earth in your lifetime."

Instead of comforting him, he said this in a tough manner.

Guan Yunshu was not annoyed when he heard this. Instead, he laughed even more happily, and even laughed out loud. His clear voice sounded like a white fox in the snow.

"why are you laughing?"

“It’s a provocative smile.”

"Don't think I can do it?"

"The battle between the two of us is not over yet."

What's the outcome?

The two of them had been in Shu at the beginning, running for hundreds of miles like fools, and finally they said they wanted to compete to see who could make Guan Yunshu fall in love with him first, or who could see through Zhao Wumian's love tribulation first.

People in the martial arts world practice martial arts to change the world and fight for destiny, to fight against heaven, earth and people, and the same is true for nuns.

She will never give in.

But the same goes for Zhao Wumian.

After returning to the inn, Guan Yunshu went upstairs to rest. He was not in the mood to communicate with the people from the Sword Sect. Zhao Wumian chatted with them in the lobby for a while, only to find out that his aunt was still in the kitchen.

When he looked over, he saw no sign of the inn's cook, only Xiao Lengyue.

She had her back to Zhao Wumian and was stirring the pot with a spoon in her hand.

There was steam bubbling out of the pot, and inside was white porridge.

But as far as Zhao Wumian could remember, his aunt had never come to the kitchen to cook for herself.

When she was young, she was a kind of unruly lady who never did womanizing... Now, it seems that she is looking for something to do to avoid Zhao Wumian.

When Zhao Wumian approached, she didn't even react, obviously in a daze.

Zhao Wumian stood behind his aunt, lowered his eyes and saw that the porridge in the pot was mushy.

"Auntie, if you don't turn off the fire, I'll have to eat mushy food."

"kindness!?"

Xiao Lengyue's slender shoulders immediately shrank, and her absent-minded face became a little nervous. Then she quickly calmed down and looked back at Zhao Wumian calmly.

"How did you come?"

"Auntie hasn't cooked for decades, but now she's making porridge for me for the first time. Shouldn't you come over to express your condolences?"

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and massaged Xiao Lengyue's shoulders.

Zhao Wumian often massaged Xiao Lengyue's shoulders, but at this moment she only felt that Zhao Wumian's hands had some magical power, and her whole body went limp when he gently massaged her.

There was an itchy heat in her lower abdomen, which made her squeeze her legs slightly under her skirt.

Xiao Lengyue was stunned. Before last night, she was a barren woman and had no reaction no matter what she did.

But now I want to change from a stone woman to a wet woman?
Zhao Wumian just rubbed her shoulders, she...

Xiao Lengyue's heart was in turmoil, but as the martial arts champion, he was able to remain calm and try not to show any strange expression. He snorted as usual.

"Auntie can't even cook porridge. Now it's all mushy. Do you still want to eat it?"

"I'm not picky about food."

Zhao Wumian continued to massage Xiao Lengyue's shoulders, but as he was doing so, he began to massage her back and asked:
"I seemed to have talked a lot in my sleep last night. Did you hear it, Auntie?"

Xiao Lengyue's heart was slightly pounding, but her face remained calm as she nodded slightly.

"Yes, I said some."

"Didn't you say anything embarrassing?"

"What do you mean?" Xiao Lengyue turned around with a curious look in her eyes, "I watched you grow up, so why don't you embarrass yourself in front of your aunt?"

"..."

He said, "I seem to have said that Auntie has always been worried about the descendants of the Xiao family."

"That's right, you and Auntie promise to find the wine."

"I didn't say anything else. For example, I can help Auntie..."

Zhao Wumian had a hint of something, so he stopped massaging Xiao Lengyue's back and instead put his palm around Xiao Lengyue's waist.

Even through the dress, one could feel the smoothness and softness of Xiao Lengyue's waist skin.

Obviously, Zhao Wumian wanted to speak frankly with his aunt.

Xiao Lengyue had a heavy psychological burden, but Zhao Wumian had lived two lives and had been mature since childhood. Although he had been raised by Xiao Lengyue, deep down he certainly did not regard Xiao Lengyue as an ordinary concubine.

If there was nothing going on between the two of them, that would be fine, and they could live a peaceful life together. But now that there was, Zhao Wumian obviously shouldn't be as hesitant as Xiao Lengyue.

But unexpectedly, Xiao Lengyue was stunned when he heard this, and immediately turned around, picked up the kitchen knife from the chopping board next to him with a clang, his face flushed and his eyes full of shame and anger.

"What are you thinking about!? I'm your aunt. What treasonous thing are you planning to do? If I tell Yuan Mu, she'll come and beat you up."

Xiao Lengyue was panicking, thinking to herself that she had even pressed Zhao Wumian's sleeping point last night, but how could he still sense any movement?
Of course, he could feel that Xiao Lengyue had clearly underestimated Zhao Wumian's martial arts, or in other words...

The touch of my aunt's white jade crescent was so wonderful that even if Zhao Wumian really fainted, he would probably wake up as soon as it touched him.

But seeing that Xiao Lengyue was so anxious that she even picked up a kitchen knife, Zhao Wumian immediately realized that he was too hasty and said:

"I was talking about helping to find the wine...what did you think it was?"

Xiao Lengyue blinked her eyes, not knowing whether Zhao Wumian was trying to give her a way out. She hesitated before saying:

"Aunt, Auntie thought you were going to find a man for me on your own..."

"Looking for a man?" This time it was Zhao Wumian's turn to change his expression slightly: "What man? I'm standing here, no one can think of anything towards me."

Xiao Lengyue found it funny in her heart, and her words became bolder, even asking, "Why?"

"I like..." Zhao Wumian had just uttered two words when Xiao Lengyue raised the kitchen knife again, with a cold light flashing.

Zhao Wumian shut up.

Xiao Lengyue then put down the knife, bent down to take the bowl, and served porridge to Zhao Wumian.

"Eat quickly, you're just a kid, how can you understand what you like or don't like?"

Zhao Wumian could see that Xiao Lengyue was intentionally avoiding the topic and was obviously not mentally prepared.

Yes, she had only tried a few things last night, and it seemed too hasty for her to want to explain everything this morning.

After all, my aunt is not the empress dowager.

The Queen Mother had been lonely for too long, so she must like Zhao Wumian's straightforwardness, enthusiasm and decisiveness, but the aunt is not like that.

She still hasn't gotten over it in her heart, so it would be inappropriate for him to bring it up again.

Zhao Wumian reflected for a few seconds, then sat down at the table in the back kitchen. Xiao Lengyue then brought him a bowl of hot porridge, a few side dishes, and a plate of meat buns.

"Eat quickly." Xiao Lengyue sat down next to him, propped up her chin, and spoke in a gentle tone.

Zhao Wumian did not hint too much about matters between men and women, and followed Xiao Lengyue's thoughts as usual.

"Thank you, aunt."

"Yeah, I like watching you eat."

"kindness?"

"This will give me the feeling that we are still living together in Lin'an."

"Auntie, are you still nostalgic?"

"I don't miss the past, I just like it."

"Because Jiu'er was there at that time?"

"Maybe... You promised me that you would find her no matter what. Don't break your promise."

"I keep my promise. I eat the buns." Zhao Wumian stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and chewed it.

"Really? Hahaha..."

Xiao Lengyue laughed loudly.

The two were eating and chatting in the kitchen, and after a while, they heard hurried footsteps.

Looking back, I saw Guan Yunshu coming hurriedly, with a somewhat panicked look on his face.

"Zhao Wumian, Fang, the abbot is missing!"

Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue's faces changed slightly, and they immediately followed him upstairs, only to see that the windows in Dongwen's house were wide open, and the cold wind mixed with the falling snow blew into the house.

The old doctor slumped on the ground, staring at the wide-open window, with a look of bewilderment on his face, and stammered:
"Fang, the abbot woke up and passed away..."

"Hmm? I hope he wasn't kidnapped..."

Guan Yunshu immediately asked, "Did he leave any words?"

"No, never..."

Zhao Wumian came to the window and looked into the distance. The town was covered with a light curtain of snow, and there was no trace of Abbot Dongwen's footprints at all.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment. Based on his understanding of the cave text, he left without saying goodbye and it was impossible that he left nothing behind.

He turned over and stepped onto the windowsill, turned around and said to Guan Yunshu, "I'll go look for her," then flew away and disappeared into the snow.

(End of this chapter)