Chapter 13 — Reunion

He was thinking just this when suddenly a rushing sound tore through the air above his head. Two streaks of white light came speeding from the west. Big Yellow seemed startled and barked loudly at the white light. Little Gray reached out and stroked its head twice, as if comforting it, and to his surprise it worked very well—Big Yellow quieted at once.

Zhang Qingyue watched the two white lights land before the main hall, the "Hall of Guarding Stillness." After a flash of radiance, two figures appeared. One was tall and elegant, unrestrained and uncommon, white robes fluttering, exceedingly handsome.

The other was a youth, somewhat shorter than the first, appearing fifteen or sixteen.

Zhang Qingyue suddenly held his breath. A thread of sorrow, long since faded from memory, slowly rose from the depths of his heart—because of that somewhat lonely silhouette!

"Jingyu?" He stood up, his voice gone hoarse, and cried out.

The youth's body gave a jolt. He turned at once, eyes wide, mouth open, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, a thousand words came down to just two:

"Xiaofan!"