The moment Yang Jing saw that face clearly, his pupils contracted and his heart skipped a beat.
Inside the pavilion, moonlight bathed a figure in its clear glow. Clad in white, she looked like frost formed beneath the moon. This moonlit beauty was none other than his master, Peak Master Lingxi, Bai Bing.
In the instant he froze, Bai Bing's gaze swept over. Her clear eyes were like tranquil autumn pools, and as she looked at him, even the chirping of the surrounding insects seemed to quiet.
Yang Jing didn't dare hesitate a moment longer. He stopped in his tracks, his hand holding the food container tightening slightly as he quickened his pace toward the stone pavilion high up in the forest.
'I don't know why Master is here, or if she's waiting for me specifically. But since I've seen her, I can't just pretend I haven't. I have to go and pay my respects.'
