Lin Feng had this great thought and used his divine sense on Mrs. Fox.
A slow, knowing smile spread across his face, growing even wider as he sensed the gentle, unguarded nature of her spirit and the many secrets she held and the great opportunity of how he could enter her life.
Satisfied, he withdrew his divine sense and turned slightly toward Ye Jian, who stood patiently at his side, her cultivator robes fluttering softly in the mountain breeze.
A moment later, Lin Feng led Ye Jian forward, walking with deliberate, unhurried steps toward the woman by the gravestone.
The grass beneath their feet was soft and springy, damp with the memory of a recent rain.
A few minutes passed in companionable silence as they crossed the distance, the only sounds being the whisper of their robes and the distant cry of a lone bird circling the peaks.
