Darkness, endless darkness.
Shrill laughter echoed in her ears.
Qing Jun ran desperately, her broken arm sending waves of pain that nearly made her faint.
She was so scared, missing her senior sister so much, and also missing... that very bad and fierce master who awkwardly applied medicine on her and bought her osmanthus cakes.
This feeling of fear reached its peak after that strange sister disappeared.
But just then, a familiar figure appeared before her.
It was Master!
In Qing Jun's little head, she couldn't imagine how her master found her.
She had inexplicably disappeared in the Market, only to be captured and brought to the vast Three Thousand Great Mountains.
No matter how she thought, it was impossible for Master to find her.
Yet, her Master suddenly appeared.
Qing Jun thought it was an illusion or a life-before-death moment.
Until, held in Master's arms, she smelled that familiar, pleasant herbal scent and confirmed it wasn't an illusion.
Hmm...
