The three women hailed from a sect on Taihua Mountain, three thousand li away. Deceived by a vile person's scheme, they had fallen into an encirclement by the Shang Army.
They thought there was no escape, but unexpectedly, by a stroke of luck, they were rescued by Zhao Rui.
The round-faced woman was the senior sister, Zhou Moshu. The other two junior sisters were named Luo Yunxi and Cao Yingcai.
"Do the three of you know the way back?"
Zhao Rui asked bluntly. He had no interest in who had deceived them.
"The journey is long..."
Luo Yunxi's face fell. She had barely spoken a word when Zhou Moshu cut her off. "Don't worry, Senior. We know the general direction."
With that, she took a small, folded paper crane from her robes, which were embroidered with a Qing Luan.
"This is a secret treasure from my sect used for navigation. If you need it, Senior, I will do everything in my power to assist you."
"Senior Sister..."
