A step behind Ziqing, Jiu Yan immediately recognized the blindfolded man blocking the way. It was the youth who lived at the foot of the mountain, in Zhe Yan village, those many years past.
North-south of Mount Qi was a village called Zhe Yan. It had a history spanning a hundred years.
For a long time, that village remained deserted. One day, a youth of several summers settled in the abandoned town. The man with white gauze covering his eyes was precisely that man.
Back then, Jiu Yan recalled informing his Master of this new development. His Master's response had been lukewarm, and thus he let the matter go.
Jiu Yan could not fathom what the youth - now a man - was he trying to do.
Ziqing merely glanced at him, and his voice was clear and cold. "You know Xiao Bao."
