Zhao Chunxin raised her head and replied in a muffled voice, "A great battle is imminent; I seek some peace."
The Lotus Sect disciple waved a hand, signaling to open the door.
The door opened, and someone led a horse for Zhao Chunxin.
Zhao Chunxin mounted the horse and rode away.
She was one of only two people in the Wendao Palace with the right to go outside.
After a while, she arrived at the former Baihua Manor, now to the west of Baihua Winery.
The tombstone had just been washed by the spring rain and was still damp.
It was engraved with the six characters "Tomb of Master Li Yu."
Zhao Chunxin raised her hand, gently caressed the engraving with her rough fingers, then stared at it as if in remembrance, and silently poured the strong liquor, Spring Dream Brew, in front of the stele.
The Spring Dream Brew was Li Master's favorite drink during his lifetime.
And it was also the brew of that increasingly enigmatic man in her heart.
Once a junior disciple, later her master.
