...
In Wuling City.
Inside a teahouse.
The storyteller was endlessly narrating a story.
His voice was deep and mellow, drawing people in without them realizing.
At the table by the window.
An aloof-looking woman with a lovely young girl sat silently, their minds elsewhere.
"Mother, do you think father is in trouble?"
Liang Yunhui couldn't help but ask.
They had been in Wuling City for some days.
A few days ago, they went to the Mo Yu Sword Sect and asked about her father, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Perhaps he's dead..."
Liang Yuhan said lightly, her tone unreadable.
Her expression was enigmatic as she stared out the window.
After months of arduous travel, they found out that there was no such person.
More than a decade ago, she was captivated by an extraordinary man, and after his relentless pursuit, they ended up as husband and wife.
Then, not long after, he said he had to leave.
