As he spoke, Zhou Feng couldn't help but conjure up the image of a pure and exceptional face that had been absent for many years; it was none other than the memory of Yaoqin. Thinking of her, the softest chord within his heart seemed to be touched, and a trace of blissful tenderness involuntarily appeared on his face.
Peng Yuanqing glanced at the expression on Zhou Feng's face, which came from the heart. Having experienced such feelings himself, he naturally understood what it represented. He was slightly startled, as if recalling something, and a brief flicker of tenderness crossed his face but was quickly concealed.
Then, with a faint smile, he said, "We'll talk about this later. You should first search for the Heart Clearing Grass; perhaps you might find it!" Peng Yuanqing waved his hand, showing no intent to dwell on the matter further. However, from his subtly smiling eyes, Zhou Feng vaguely felt that his master had indeed harbored such thoughts.
