As soon as Yang Jing entered the residential area for Inner Sect Disciples, he spotted a familiar figure sitting in front of his courtyard gate. It was none other than Senior Sister Si Jiawen.
She was still dressed in her moon-white martial attire, leaning against the old locust tree by the gate. Her expression was placid as her fingertips unconsciously traced the surface of a redwood box beside her.
Yang Jing thought to himself, 'Isn't Senior Sister looking for me a bit too often?'
'From what Lin Ziheng and Fang He have said, Si Jiawen is usually incredibly elusive. On a typical day, she's either cultivating or managing the peak's affairs and rarely socializes with anyone. So why have I been seeing her so often lately?'
He quickened his pace and walked over, only then seeing clearly that Si Jiawen wasn't sitting on a stone, but on an exquisitely carved redwood box.
