The next day, as dawn broke.
Pei Yuhang walked along the dew-kissed stone path, the lingering morning mist clinging to the hems of his white robes.
His gaze fell upon Lin Qianyan, who was brewing tea in the courtyard. He spoke softly,
"Qianqian, do you have any leads on Xiaoxuan?"
Lin Qianyan set down her steaming teacup and let out a soft sigh.
"Brother Pei, I've had people searching for a long time. According to our intelligence, the maid you're looking for... is most likely dead.
The Yin Yang Sacred Land has detailed records of her life and her death for the crime of betraying the sect. There's even a grave.
It's possible the records are forged, but I don't think so. Given Shang Miaoyan's arrogant and domineering nature, she'd have no reason to go to such lengths to hide the whereabouts of a single maid."
