A group of people reached a platform halfway up the mountain and spotted Qin Yi standing there. Ming He was taken aback for a moment before slightly nodding in greeting.
Qin Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly. This Ming He was still as indifferent as ever. They've known each other for quite a while—not really friends, but at least acquaintances, having even "cohabited" together. Yet, to her, he hardly felt any different from anyone else.
Ming He seemed to lack any warmth, but Qin Yi was not devoid of it. He clasped his hands and greeted her, "Aren't you supposed to be in closed-door meditation? What brings you here?"
As soon as he said this, everyone, including the old Daoist nun, was taken aback.
Among them was a middle-aged scholar, the county magistrate Yang Pu of Wangnan County. The reason he personally came to this remote place was that he was utterly captivated by Ming He, mesmerized by her beauty at first glance.