The silver-haired elder, after a swift and ghostly vanishing act, was now cradling the jade token within her grasp.

"How do you use this?" she asked, her eyes scanning the object with perplexity.

"Ah?" The abbot, taken aback, couldn't help but wonder how such a terrifying entity couldn't use a message orb.

In a flash, he remembered and quickly expounded on the usage of the message orb. "Elder, this is how you use it..."

The silver-haired elder was incredibly intelligent and quickly mastered the use of the message orb, even improvising to discern the rough location of the other end.

"Whoosh"

A blink of an eye, and the elder had vanished, leaving not a trace of her presence in the void. It was as if she had never been there at all.

The abbot was momentarily stunned, then sighed softly, "My son, you have worked hard for our safety." For the safety of Langya Mountain Villa, he had been compelled to send the message orb that could contact Nan Gongsong.

"Huff—"

After the elder's departure, the villagers heaved a collective sigh of relief, the tension that had been gripping their hearts finally easing.

"No relevant clues were found."

The old masters, working together, were attempting to discern any trace of the silver-haired elder, but they were unsuccessful, leaving only successive sighs of disappointment.

"Best to stay indoors and hide away if you wish to live longer. Don't go chasing after any trouble, for it's easy to attract."

No one knows what the future holds, and whether such incidents as the silver-haired elder's will repeat. It's safer to stay at home and not to stir up trouble.

......

Enjoying the tranquil life of wanderlust, Nan Gongsong marveled at the scenery of each place, sensing subtle changes in the rules of order, hoping to glean more information from them.

Today, their group arrived at an unobtrusive star system, seeking respite in an ancient city.

They settled in a beautifully adorned pavilion, indulging in pastries and delicacies.

Dressed in a light blue robe, Nan Gongsong appeared as an elegant scholar, hands clasped in front, lost in deep thought. He seemed unsure of what was to come, a disturbance stirring within his heart, making him somewhat uneasy.

He attempted to clarify his thoughts through tea, only to have Huoyan Xuanyan interrupt from outside the window, "It's snowing."

"How can it suddenly start snowing?" Nan Gongsong asked, his eyes looking out at the unexpected snowfall.

Donglong!

The window was abruptly blown open by a gust of cold wind, making a creaking sound.

The chill spread through the pavilion in an instant, causing the women, who had been idly watching the snow, to shiver uncontrollably. They then became rigid, overwhelmed by an unspoken fear.

In a flash, a woman clad in blue appeared, materializing in the doorway, her demeanor elegant and dignified. The snow, which had fallen with no warning, draped the city's architecture in a delicate snow covering.

The cold breeze brought a shiver to those who lived in the city, who were surprised to see the snowfall at this time of year.

"Boil the tea, prepare to welcome our guest."

Nan Gongsong's expression was severe.

"Yes."

The maids, no longer gazing at the falling snow, busied themselves preparing exquisite tea.

Who, in the abbot's words, could be the guest?

Although curious, none of the women dared to ask. They stood silently by, maintaining their composure.

Rarely had they seen such a solemn expression on Nan Gongsong's face. It must be someone extraordinary.

After about half a stick of incense, Nan Gongsong, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, his deep-set eyes flickering with a faint smile.

He had arrived.

A noise like the clack of a bell echoed as the window was blown open by a gust of cold air, completely engulfing the pavilion.

The chill flooded every corner of the pavilion in an instant, causing the women to shiver involuntarily, becoming rigid with fear. In a blink, a woman in blue stood in the doorway, her composure and dignity exuding a frosty elegance.

This snow, and the coldness that followed, were all triggered by her presence.

She seemed to belong to another world, not a part of this reality, standing out starkly among the surroundings.

She had come to Nan Gongsong through the message orb they had used, with a clear intention.

Her fair skin was spotless, her expression cold as ice.

Her arrival brought silence to the ancient city and covered everything in a white, snow-covered blanket.

"L晚輩 Nan Gongsong, bow and see senior."

Nan Gongsong looked up and met the silver-haired elder's gaze briefly, then bowed slightly, showing respect.

He had been about to search for the silver-haired elder and unravel the mysteries of the ancient past, but the elder had come to him, putting Nan Gongsong under considerable pressure.

The women in the room, their bodies like statues, trembled slightly, overwhelmed by an unspoken fear. They dared not even look at the dignitary, managing to stand up only through sheer force of will.

"Tea is ready, please enter and sit."

Not hearing the elder's voice, Nan Gongsong continued, "Senior, what brings you here?"

After a moment, the elder was already seated in the guest chair.

Seeing this, Nan Gongsong's surface was calm, but his heart was startled.

The displacement technique was not surprising, for many cultivators could perform it.

What startled Nan Gongsong was the elder's integration with the heavens and earth, leaving not a trace of distortion in the void and no discernible fluctuations of spiritual power.

After all, Nan Gongsong was best at discerning the changes in the rules, and even the top cultivators of this era would not be able to escape his eyes.

The elder's swift and seamless shift was the first thing that startled Nan Gongsong, as if he had vanished and reappeared in an instant.

Stabilizing his emotions, Nan Gongsong sat across from the elder, a faint smile on his face, bowing and saying, "Senior, what brings you here?"

"You... are you good at divination techniques?"

The elder's gaze was locked on Nan Gongsong, speaking slowly and coldly.

"Fairly proficient."

Nan Gongsong謙虛地回答。

"Finding you, I have a question to ask."

The elder, her eyes fixed on Nan Gongsong, seemed to hesitate for a long time before asking, "I... who am I?"

The sound caused Nan Gongsong's heart to pause, his pupils shrinking rapidly, and a strange light flashing in his eyes.

After a moment of hesitation, he asked testily, "Senior, do you mean you do not know your origins?"

"Yes."

The elder's expression was cold, and she nodded slightly.

"What's your name? Do you remember?" Nan Gongsong asked again.

In this regard, the elder shook her head.

"What else do you remember?"

Nan Gongsong wanted to get some useful clues.

The elder still shook her head, knowing nothing. She seemed like a newborn baby, a blank slate, without any memories.