Fuchen left.
Xiao Qing sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, staring at the Elixir in her hand. Fuchen's words echoed in her mind.
"Xiao Qing."
Her sister's voice came from outside the courtyard.
Xiao Qing jumped in surprise and quickly hid the Elixir in her sleeve.
"Sister, you're back." Xiao Qing stood up, a flicker of guilt in her eyes.
"Xiao Qing, is something wrong?" Bai Ruxue noticed her sister was acting a little strange.
"No, nothing." Xiao Qing shook her head. "Let me help you hang the laundry."
Xiao Qing walked over, took the laundry basin from her sister's hands, and helped her hang the clothes on the bamboo poles, one piece at a time.
"Sister..." Xiao Qing glanced at her sister's profile and called out softly.
"Hm?"
"A female Daoist named Fuchen came by earlier," Xiao Qing said, wanting to know if her sister really knew Fuchen.
"Daoist Master Fuchen came?" Bai Ruxue was a little surprised.
"Do you know her, Sister?"
