Half a month later, on the back of Celestial Gate Mountain, Situ Jingyu's expression was calm, but her steps were heavy. She followed a winding path forward, and before long, an icy, crystal-like vapor drifted from up ahead.
It was a frigid pool, shrouded in mist. Fang Qingyuan's figure could be seen dimly within it.
"Aunt Situ, Elder Fang is in the middle of his training. It's not a convenient time for him to see visitors."
A woman with a cool expression was in attendance in front of the frigid pool. After seeing Situ Jingyu, she greeted her respectfully and blocked her path.
When Situ Jingyu saw this beautiful woman, she felt an instant dislike. She recognized her—it was Zhan Zhi'er. Recently, Zhan Zhi'er had been constantly by Fang Qingyuan's side, practically becoming his spokesperson.
