"Little Yueqiu, do not be afraid."
"Come here."
A refined, aged, and kindly voice entered Qing Yueqiu's ears.
Recognizing the familiar timbre, Qing Yueqiu's crimson eyes widened. Her thin lips parted subconsciously as she murmured:
"This voice… How is this possible?"
CLICK—
The large gate before Qing Yueqiu opened. At the end of the small path beyond it, another gate opened. Looking through that gate, she could see a continuous line of open gates stretching into the distance.
At the very end of the gates was a simple, old residence.
But the place had left a deep impression on Qing Yueqiu.
The silver-haired girl swallowed, subconsciously taking out a Memory Stone. But the moment she grasped it in her palm, a strange, divine power twisted it into a blooming rose.
"Little Yueqiu, don't record this… I don't want your master to know that this old man is hiding here yet."
After being admonished by the kindly voice, Qing Yueqiu fell silent for a moment.
