But in her memories of both lifetimes, she had never heard of the name of this mountain.
The benefactor may have encountered some trouble and had no choice but to integrate their divine consciousness into the Xuanmu wood to seek help from a destined person.
She should find her benefactor as soon as possible, and even if it takes all her strength, she should help her benefactor.
If her benefactor is safe and sound, she should find him and thank him in person.
So she decided to go down the mountain to look for clues.
The Flying Cloud Sect is one of the largest sects in the world, and there are many merchants stationed near the sect, forming a bustling market.
It also attracted many talented and extraordinary people.
In addition, the market is bustling with people, making it a hub for information exchange.
Perhaps some of them have heard of Jiuqing Peak.
Unfortunately, she searched for most of the day but found no relevant clues.
Seeing that it was getting late, Shen Sangruo planned to return to her sect, thinking that Wen Xuan would probably remember her by now.
Just as I was about to leave, a drunken voice reached my ears:
"Chen, Sang, Ruo~"
Without a doubt, the owner of the voice must be her carefree and unrestrained senior brother, Feng Heyun.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Sanruo lifted her foot and walked past the person, pretending not to have heard.
She wore a veil when she came down the mountain, but she didn't expect that Feng Heyun would still recognize her.
"Oh ho ho, it seems Fifth Junior Sister's temper has grown quite a bit in just a few days!"
The next moment, a white figure blocked her way.
Feng Heyun's white robes hung loosely on his body, his long, dark hair cascading casually over his shoulders. He tilted his head back and took another sip of wine from the jar.
He looked at her with blurry, drunken eyes, "Fifth Junior Sister, do you not recognize me as your senior brother anymore?"
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