I left the main hall feeling utterly depressed, counting on my fingers, I only have just over two days to find Qing Yuan, no, to find Mu Chuan. If he speaks up, Qing Yuan will be easy to handle.
Mu Chuan wants me to recover my memories. As long as I find him, it’ll be done. It seems simple, but why do I always feel uneasy, unable to pinpoint the source of this unease.
I scooped out the floating clouds from my sleeve, undid its seal, and saw it stretch out a long, lazy yawn: “I thought you were going to seal me away for a hundred and eighty years.”
I patted its body and leaped up: “I’m on vacation, so you’re on vacation too. Where else would you find a master like me?”
The floating clouds laughed: “Where are we going?”
“The Ghost Realm.”
The floating clouds responded with an “okay,” and headed towards the Heavenly Path entrance.
Passing through the green bamboo forest, the gods have started to get active. I wonder if there are still people being reborn in the human world, while I can barely take care of myself.
Oh, wait, why am I thinking about taking on a task! This isn’t normal!
Emerging from the Heavenly Path entrance, the human world was full of spring, extremely pleasant. Soft spring rain fell, and I opened an umbrella, riding the floating clouds through the moist sky.
Entering the Ghost Realm, the rain vanished, and the ground showed no dampness, as if entering another space entirely.
I folded my umbrella and let the floating clouds head towards Qingxuan’s mansion. I wouldn’t take the path to the Peony Garden, and I was afraid of running into Mu Yin. After thinking it over, going directly to his place seemed more reliable.
As always, I climbed over the wall into the courtyard, seeing the entire garden filled with pink peach blossoms, making the backyard look incredibly delicate. It was clearly planted by Hua Hua.
Faint singing drifted from the peach grove, the voice light and familiar. I jumped down from the floating clouds and walked deeper in.
The peach trees weren’t very tall, full of flowers but no leaves, with low branches. Following the sound, I saw a woman in pink sitting on a branch, playing with a peach branch and singing.
